Impermanence: In awe and wonder,snowflakes melting on my tongue,winter leads to spring Non-Self: Expecting the self,the river reflects us all,moonlight has wisdom. Dukkha: Our communitylifts life’s burdens from our hearts.now Sukha remains.
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An Autumn Kigo
1The morning sun rises,a painted leaf sails downstream,The heron takes flight 2Trees are mirrored,the swan glides in their shadows,rain drops kiss the lake 3Chill autumn morning,her feet skip along the path,a sweet memory
In Memory of a Friend
Oneblush of a fall morn,water leaps from jagged cliffs,birds break the silence Twoin the crisp open field,mourners lean against the wind,the dove lifts in flight Threeat the summer’s end,the red orb against blue sky,seabirds wheel and cry
The New Day Begins
A crimson sunrise,frosted forest fields glisten,a lonely heartbeat. The morning blossoms,a doe bows at the river,soft blessings chanted. Sitting cross-legged,dark clouds give way to blue skies,eyes closed, time stopped. The kettle whistles,rising from my window seat,the new day begins.
More Angels Than Saints
Wish Filled Thinking
If the laws of physics won’t allow,perhaps the gods and goddesses would bowto my wishes.If I could choose a time, a placeI’d choose eternityin your embrace.
Under A Buck’s Moon
With eyes closed I am awakenedAnd see quite clearlyThat in this momentSomething shifted— I see the path I’d taken,The one I thought I’d longed for,no longer holds the Buddha’s footprints.Somewhere along the wayI’ve missed my mark—I’d gone astray. The question loomsLarge in my reflection:Do I go onOr retrace my stepsTo find my way? I sitContinue reading “Under A Buck’s Moon”
Nine Attitudes
Sitting as the noise dims within and without I observe the clouds that remain Without portent of future storms I wait, not to hurry them along But with a child’s mind To see what will unfold Seated or in motion I trust without struggle, without strife That what is, is and welcome what will beContinue reading “Nine Attitudes”
The Funny Thing
The funny thing about the condition my condition is inis that I spend my days traveling through time—reliving the past,guffawing at the present,and casting and recasting, like a fly fishermanin those ridiculous waterproof overalls,into the rapids of the everchanging riverof the possibilities of my own future. To complicate things even further,the point of view—and theContinue reading “The Funny Thing”
In a Dream
by Daniel M. Rutberg My cartoon heart, with a zigzag crack,in a dream, still calls your name.The scroll that holds the doings of our fifty years,on spindly legs, walks aimlessly in circles and does the same. I nursed you when you fell ill—I’ve no one else to blame.I tried so hard to catch youwhen youContinue reading “In a Dream”