poetry, photography and reflections on life, aging, and dharma
speech they say that trees speak to one another, sharing food and energy, life, a manner of teaching; that there are mother trees who pass the last of their richness to their children as they die. this is deep speech, unfathomable … Read more
near Danish flat, just past yellow cat, the highway drops from the hills, flattens into an arrow pointed straight at the heart of nothing at all. my father was an Ohio farmboy, but always loved the desert would stand staring into it for hours from the edge of the motel parking … Read more
For Ken McLeod, teacher and friend- with thanks for his amazing book, An Arrow to the Heart, A Commentary on the Heart Sutra heaps of loose change in the drawer mason jars full of dusty lincolns the shine of the odd dime the rare, precious promise of a silver dollar savers- we are all Ananda … Read more
if Valentines day was a life and not a day…. because of its speechless improbability this miracle of green emerging soft so shyly from the damp dark because it feeds equally on sun and rain relishing both always reaching to unite heaven and earth beacause of is powers of alchemy transmuting the rot … Read more
there’s always hope with enough butter and bacon, all gluten free! who knew, until the sellers told us, of this ubiquitous poison in our bread? and not just for an unlucky few, those with identifiable disease, but for all of us—go gluten free and you’ll feel better—go free of anything fool and you’ll … Read more
For my friends and family who share the periodic shadow of depression. Not all days are created equal…. Unseen The barrage of advice is endless. Use your brightest colors, sharpest lines, be cheerful! But eventually, we each must paint with whatever colors we see, especially on days like this, when your heart feels like a … Read more
maybe it began maybe it began as a small room in a small house, a blue spread on a bed, a wooden dresser a window, a rug on a wooden floor. home, the place of origin, a place to be from — going out and coming back and going out again. did such … Read more
we are meant to embody this world completely. to be cried by rain breathed by wind. your feet know this. tear yourself from your ledgers, the pale yellow columns of figures, the harsh discipline of decimals. come walk with those who move among mountains. pointless, meaningless and full. we’ll dance atop the … Read more
