I was a man and I was the island turning toward night Rolling away from the sun Between the green and blue of grass and sea Over a long finger of black sand Irregular formations descended, hundreds of them squadron on squadron of red dragonflies ! An evening wind swayed the cosmos. Over the high […]
This is how I spend the days– nothing is for sure or what it seems in the sacred web as morning flowers into sun– I stand at a window watching herons out to sea the scent of wisteria over water moves in the fine yellow Gobi dust of China trees fill the air ever-green I hope […]
The head of a white praying mantis manifests on a table it’s a breakfast plate, eat, eat dead meat, aborted chicks cold toast and cow fat, sip your java carefully, the beans are picked by Colombian slaves, you will need strength to cut down another thousand trees, you need toothpicks to pick the human bones […]
There’s a bus to nowhere, somewhere I think is home.
I feel the half moon human mind moving to fullness
clearly asking, “Will you stay with the solemn monks
Or return to the maddening city life of hell in Seoul?”
Through slanting doors and broken windows odd furniture in dim rooms old books and roses rotting with age I follow you, charts and crumpled maps and paper glitter like a lost hope– Sudden sky and wide water reeds along a shore under a silver willow you call to the other side. No limb or vine […]
Photos of Leaves and Trees by Rob Kashey.
There is a moment before the sound the Great Om, Before Siva turned on one foot Before Krishna was blue and Tara green, Before the making of Lucifer, the heavenly war The gravity of heaven and the drifting fire of hell Before the holy breath blew into Man Before Adam’s dream of Eve Before Cain […]
You, mountain, Here since mountains began slopes where nothing is built Peaks that no one has named, Eternal snows littered with stars, Valleys in flower— Do I move inside you now? Am I within the rock Like a metal that hasn’t been mined? Your hardness Encloses me everywhere Or is it fear I am caught […]
The way is not a balancing act; it is perfect balance Within the imperfect human walk, deeply knowing dark Completely loving light, think Tao, breathe Tao, be Tao Darkness answering light, the mystery of many in one.