My soul work is this
That I no longer hope to be a saint That I no longer think you want me to be That …
Category Archives: Meditation
Seven attempts to settle my mind
i. my mind chews its way through each of my lessons spitting back what the animal dislikes savoring its own …
As we begin
rain falls from fog through sleeping branches (frail, broken sticks?), soaks with slippery ease into soil to restore them Note: …
The hill faraway
The hill stands innocent as it always has – empty now, or perhaps drowsily crossed by weekend strollers. What is …
Buddhista 3
It is a miracle that you survive day after long day in the cold, under rain, through whining wind. Once, …
Buddhista 2
You sit on the stump of the old willow where last stood a luxurious swaying, deep shade for hot summer …
Buddhista 1
I will buy for you a cedar box, red, fragrant when rain falls, broad and steady, and plant it near …
What love could learn from fungus if it would only listen
I wish you could spread in that restless, vindictive, ambling way — to not be held back, to spew spores …
In the middle of the night
How you pull me down and up at once. In you I see ancient, raw days when I brought something …
An exercise
Stones are easy to stack when they have been split and sanded. The challenge is to balance uneven ones, those …
Poems from in between 