September 2011
11 posts
Freedom is acknowledging that possessions and positions are easily lost, while the flowers return each year.
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Knowing others is intelligence; knowing yourself is true wisdom. Mastering others is strength; mastering yourself is true power. If you realize that you have enough, you are truly rich.
-Tao Te Ching
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Closure
Ceremonial doors achieve their grand bolted prominence, Rocking with the visitation of mountain currents massed At openings where electricity and concern practice their artificial trade, A starless shroud suspended where sentinel street lamps, Cast tidal islands among the grey expanse, travellers framed In an epitaph of shadow between searching points.
Letters to the dead ride on the...
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Unmoored in midnight water, no waves, no wind, the empty boat is flooded with moonlight.
-Dogen
Seated at the table of life,
We discuss the grandiose, incredible happenings,
While the most minor things will complete us.
Autumns Arrival on Coastal Towns
A settlement of light, anchored where the quickened water,
Pursues the debris of centuries to the first stone,
Knowing with omniscience the amber panes,
Swathed with abandonment against ragged shores,
Bury all certainties and uncertainties beneath glass,
Extinguished, a dormant vessel tremulous with dreams.
Masters of ancient fishing boats chart the sky,
An ebbing wind settling the craft...
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I owe my gratitude to all the immense simplicities The mathematical improbability of breathing Beyond the first instance, when so eager for life, I arrived among the blossoming possibility before time, My infant consciousness leading into a first summer, Beyond the embryological dark.
Jewelled with significance, essences crystallise At the centre of experience, streets altering anew, Beside the...
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The years have held their course, Languid days I presented with your name, Pulse across walls who remember you, a fading filament Elevated and judgemental as on those close evenings, Light travelling to find its international casualties.
There have been shifts since our crossing of ideas led us to search the streets of my home town, For our childhood- The one letter you wrote Swept up in the...
