May
27
2009
When I am an old woman, I shall wear purple
with a red hat that doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
and satin slippers, and say we’ve no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I [...]
May
19
2009
perplexity
Perplexity
I had no wish to be stone-hearted
and drive the dreams from her eyes.
Desire urged me to wake her
but my hand shrank from reaching out to her.
She seemed to find joy in her eyelids
and would not depart from them.
Woe to my heart! How was it not destroyed
by the sight [...]
May
16
2009
kiss the earth
Kiss the Earth
By Thich Nhat Hanh
Walk and touch peace every moment.
Walk and touch happiness every moment.
Each step brings a fresh breeze.
Each step makes a flower bloom.
Kiss the Earth with your feet.
Bring the Earth your love and happiness.
The Earth will be safe
when we feel safe in ourselves.
May
15
2009
thoughts
Thoughts
When all thoughts
Are exhausted
I slip into the woods
And gather
A pile of shepherd’s purse.
Like the little stream
Making its way
Through the mossy crevices
I, too, quietly
Turn clear and transparent.
Zen Master Ryokan
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May
14
2009
pablo neruda
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms,
but carries in itself the light of [...]
May
14
2009
falling blossoms
Those falling blossoms
all return to the branch when
I watch butterflies
Moritake
May
14
2009
basho summer
Spring is over, but I can tell it hasn’t been gone for long. Azaleas continue in bloom, wild wisteria hangs from the pine trees, and a cuckoo now and then passes by. I even have greetings from the jays, and woodpeckers that peck at things, though I don’t really mind-in fact, I rather [...]
Apr
24
2009
Ch’ien Ch’i
Moss covered paths between scarlet peonies,
Pale jade mountains fill your rustic windows.
I envy you, drunk with flowers,
Butterflies swirling in your dreams.
Ch’ien Ch’i
Apr
24
2009
Tu Fu
Written on the wall at Chang’s hermitage
It is Spring in the mountains.
I come alone seeking you.
The sound of chopping wood echoes
Between the silent peaks.
The streams are still icy.
There is snow on the trail.
At sunset I reach your grove
In the stony mountain pass.
You want nothing, although at night
You [...]








