While you were sleeping……I wandered out and…into a morning dark enough…to see a full crescent moon’s dark edges. While you were sleeping……dawn pink mixed with a sky-blue…and mauve appeared across the clouds. While you were sleeping……we moved into the sunfield and…the sun peeked from behind trees,…and rose above rooftops. mauvepink and blue upon the cloudsa …
While I was sleeping… the stars shone on,the moon rose,the planets shifted,the constellations moved,the clouds came and went,the rain fell,the wind blew,the nighttime creatures crept,and my winter garden held its breath against the frosty morning. so cold so clear stars twinkling on frosty car top
Somehow this morning, I walked away from the undone things, and with a will to sit, I simply sat with Beth Johnson and others. I sat and walked and sat and walked and sat. I cannot remember the last time I sat in practice in this way for hours… opening my eyes, I am distracted by the 10,000 …
plane rumblesthrough a cloudless skypen pauses Time feels like it opens into now, into forever, into always simply here. The furnace beeps and creaks. The freeway traffic hums along. crows callingsun upon treetopshand moving The pen scratches as it moves along the white-lined page. Hand’s shadow follows along. Some inner “thing” has quieted and settled. …
My path vanished… something inside me stopped… the mind cleared… I sang myself utterly away… I write and the ink flows, the hand keeps moving, and the clock begins to tick again. Only, it was always ticking. the silenceso deepI fade away If you appreciate reading this, please consider making a donation. Thank you
2024, haiku still brings much joy and carries me out wandering along. Opens me to the joy of the present moment, to direct experience of perceptions. construction noiseout the cracked window–leaves me wondering 2024, I have begun to play and explore the haibun form – prose and haiku together in various ways. It’s brought much …
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I’m curious about time, about needing to be rooted in time. Time…when I step outside to be in nature, to be my true nature does it matter what time it is? to this treealways nowdry, wet, or bare There is an addiction to time. What time is it? When is this or that happening? Like …
Once upon a time, not so far away, I was caught up in thoughts and worried about one of my sons. Mind jumping from past to future, trying to work it all out for a happily ever after ending. Once upon a time, on this morning’s wander, I woke up out of the thought stream. …
On New Year’s Day morning, I walk the dog around the wet Shino-En temple grounds. There’s a connection with the trees and a sense of curiosity— seeing the world from their perspective. to temple grounds treesimply a new morning’s dawn—sun behind gray clouds Thoughts arise of the cultural madeness of calendars. And knowing many calendars …
family holidaysfeeling far away and lostfrom sun and moon Yesterday was the perihelion. I have to look up what that is. Earth, in its orbit around the sun, is at the closest point in the orbit, with the sun not resting in the elliptical center. So in fact, I was physically the closest to the …