tan / … gl / … ed

 

 

 

                      it doesn’t all hold together –
                                if-only-I-could-find-the-key-or-thread
                                                                                                    it
                                                        is                                                                            tan
all                                                                                 gl
                                  just
                                                                                                    ed

 

 

 

not always so

 

 

 

                                   there is no justice in the world
                                              to seize to define
                                              oneself with
                                   things and people happen
                                              for their own reasons
                                              neither right nor wrong
                                   I am not justified or defeated
                                              by the warp or the weft
                                              there are just two words
                                   to grasp the meaning of life
                                              not always so

 

 

 

huzza-huzza-huzza.   Man walks into a zendo.   Says, ‘I’d like your best advice on selflessness, please’.   ’I'm sorry, sir, we’ve just run out’.   O’oh, let me hear you – b’dmm psssh

dream / 150910

 

 

 

                                   dream
                                   150910

                     I glanced at Charlotte
                     while we were out talking
                     somewhere and felt so sad
                     what a loss that she had
                     lost her arm from
                     just above her elbow
                     was it my fault?

 

 

 

dream wormhole: dream / 290706
walking wormhole: while / walking
Charlotte wormhole: Charlotte

 

history

 

 

 

          all of the
          history
          all of the

not-doing-what-I-think-you-should-be-doing-to-conform-to-my-ideas-of-what-your-role-
      should-be-so-I-can-more-clearly-define-myself-distinct-to-it
and all the tangled pain that goes with that     …     thinking

while I continue growing
while I continue to learn
while I continue to commit
while I continue to teach     …     thinking

                                     return to
          the breath

 

 

 

breathing wormhole: journal-ing

 

coffee shop

 

 

 

                                                   coffee shop

                                the first day of Spring through
                                the grey sky a cluster

                                of birds circling high
                                but never forming

                                china clunks and voices launching
                                in one tone finishing

                                in another     then
                                chair scrapes

 

 

 

… part of: coffee shop poems

birds wormhole: all at / once

 

looking

 

 

 

                                looking

                      over the top of my glasses –
                                wow that’s a big bird
                                on the roof over the road

                      but raising my sight
                                it was a
                                street lamp

 

 

 

bird wormhole: ‘through the open window …’