On the Way to Heaven, 2nd Lineage Poem: Over Ohio
my mother called on Friday
to let me know his time was near
that I needed to come now.
poetry, photography and reflections on life, aging, and dharma
my mother called on Friday
to let me know his time was near
that I needed to come now.
Actions refuse to be undone. whatever merit you’ve gathered turns to dust, blows away on the icy winds of hell. Two Poems on the karma of anger.
loving an old dog- the exquisite fragility of this bottomless wordless love
going from love to love when I’d had
too much death, or death and death again
when love had become too much.