in the amusement park of life we don’t take the rides, the rides take us
that all things are empty
doesn’t mean that any thing
is other than it is
a thing is what it is
by virtue of how
we interact with it
drink up!
Berkeley sidewalk
munching on french fries –
grizzled crow
while everything is evanescent, gold and glory pass more, much more, quickly than wisdom
valley wind stirs
long ago memories –
sunny day blues
heartache
floats…
in Nothingness
our notion of God is a tool that shapes us as does any tool
(with thanks to Marshall McLuhan and Lewis Lapham)
cool spring afternoon,
light breeze, rippling leaves:
long sleeve t-shirt
today — the window in the chest is open, songs fly in and out
everyday the doves come by to visit,
lured by scattered seed,
a small gift for the guests
Happy emotions come and go, so do unhappy ones. These are, in themselves, not signs of suffering, potential or actual. They are signs of living.
now playing,
birdsong at dusk
music on the livingnet
when the body is still,
the heart can blossom,
the mind enjoy itself
azure-skyed April afternoon,
even the bees are idle
giving up success and failure,
there is nothing to regret
retired? no
I’d rathered be leisured
which poet will I read
will I be
today?
inspiration is everywhere,
some days I’m just too lazy to look
each person enters Mystery in their own way;
this is difficult to understand, let alone explain
Q: What is your original face before your parents were born?
A: No face now, no face then.
your path is always behind you
weeds in the garden flourish
unconcerned
their days are numbered
Sitting in the garden, drinking China tea,
smoking a favorite cigar,
I speak aloud lines from worry free poets,
finding myself the same.
February sun recedes into shade –
simple pleasures, simple life, simpler man.
too much money denies the pleasure of a simple life
with life not turning out
as wanted, expected, hoped –
why this gratitude?