poetry
falling through
reading Basho’s
haiku from 1667
listening to the snow
falling softly
right through
this
shining
shell of a body,
so delicate,
filled with light.
A fiery red leaf
surrenders to
wind and
perfect gravity
with a sigh
the stream below
waiting with
open arms for
this long lost
love
so much intimate tenderness
holding this fragile,
infinite creation
as One.
the tree
the leaf
the stream
the cloud
the snow
the starry firmament
this silent
bowing earth
all
profoundly in love
with each other,
with your luminous body
and
this simple
radiant
Presence.
sm 2020
letting go
cool fog
pulled in
by the desert’s
hot breathing
small birds
in the cactus
and scrub oak
sing
morning
so still
the ocean
far below
the end
of the road
is
here
letting go
is not
an
action
a doing
a gesture
it is like
the rain
falling
becoming
the stream
the river
the sea
effort
less.
sm 6/ 2016
Nothing but
no body
now
nothing but
Emptiness
no emptiness
now
nothing but
fullness
no world
now
nothing
but silence
no silence
now
nothing but
singing
no holiness
now
nothing
but holiness
no practice
now
nothing but
Being
no teaching
now
nothing but
This
sm 9/17
Nothing but
no body
now
nothing but
Emptiness
no emptiness
now
nothing but
fullness
no world
now
nothing
but silence
no silence
now
nothing but
singing
no holiness
now
nothing
but holiness
no practice
now
nothing but
Being
no teaching
now
nothing but
This
sm 9/17
