Last Night, As I Was Sleeping
Last night, as I was sleeping, I dreamt – marvelous error!- that a spring was breaking out in my heart. …
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A Flower No More than Itself
She was there on the mountain, still as the fig tree and the failed wheat. Only the lizards and a …
Random Thoughts on the Love of God
… Creatures speak in sounds. The word of God is silence. The secret word of God’s love can be nothing …
Is my soul asleep?
Is my soul asleep? Have those beehives that work in the night stopped? And the water wheel of thought, is …
Maybe
Sweet Jesus, talking his melancholy madness, stood up in the boat and the sea lay down, silky and sorry. …
Two by Dogen Zengi
I The migrating bird leaves no trace behind and does not need a guide. II As he listened, mindlessly, …
Sunset
Slowly the west reaches for clothes of new colors which it passes to a row of ancient trees. You look, …
Recalling the Past at T’ung Pass
As if gathered together, rhe peaks of the ranges. As if raging, The waves on these banks. winding along these …
Wild Geese
You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles …
The Harpers Song for Inherkhawy
All who come into being as flesh pass on, and have since God walked the earth; and young blood mounts …
Remembering the Sacred Self 