crack the almond
open: nothing
but a tree
**
—Nakae Toju,
The real nature
of man’s mind
is delight—
I am smitten…
**
all things,
all beings ever
at our finger tips
where we stand
**
light leaves the house
as darkness arrives,
everything on time
**
—for Mark
grey morning rain drops,
your tears drop—wet sleeves
how fortunate
in this one life
to have met
a teacher
namuamidabutsu
**
open sky, the street
take my feet every time given,
every time given—
I watch my friend disappear,
still here, leaving
none the less
**
that single star
high to the east
over 101 south
**
who can say really
any more than voice-caught breath
says in a sigh
**
old and bored,
Wang Wei laments
his mind has traveled no further
than his feet
**
your gentle snoring
another morning
the years
**
waking
a year older,
I read,
lay down, rest
in the newness
**
unusual rain—
early October drinks
just the same
**
baby-breath pink
from behind grey clouds—
sun in there somewhere
**
how to say how first light
so light like air
lets eyes see like
lungs breathe
each doing
needed done
telling no one
