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Category: Philosophy
653
That which does
not kill you
will turn around
and try again.
549
she sits yoga style
eyes closed– a boy tip-toes up
“Ommms” into her ear
六十六
442
puff of down drifting
on voices of those chanting,
prayer uplifting
424
buddha lives in my
mirror– not in a garden
— not in a temple
414/ tanka
maybe after all
there’s God, Angels, gold slippers
my church goer friends
catcalling downwards to me
see, told you so, told you so
407
moon of blood, some say
how one is, is how one sees
blushing Georgia peach
391
sutra of lotus
flowering in the mire
galaxies bow down
347
our stars are going dark
find another universe
with coffee and cats
Bullfrog 4/26/15
eyes shut to beauty
in a sea of bright lotus
bullfrog sings the blues
Young Son
Like a monkey off he runs
When the mother calls him
To chant for two minutes.
He leaps away, his karma
In hot pursuit to reveal
Bodhisattva Unsurpassed
Ripening within him.
Feline Haiku
Oh, my lucky cats!
Chasing only moths and string,
Not job interviews.
Nichiren’s
That lily remains,
Embraced by muddied shallows;
All else washed away.
Close Relations
The universe is a lot like
An uncle or aunt bringing
Gifts and mussing up your hair
Marveling at your growth
Till you get lazy and ignore
Presents while in deep envy
Of what other kids got.
Then says the Big U,
As the goodies vanish,
“If you don’t value me
Why should I value you?”
Sutra
All around and flowing within us
The heart’s blood of waking buddhas
Who open their eyes laughing
Having dreamt we are glasses of water
Deep in wondrous, rhythmic seas.
