the birds are all gone
the leaves are all on the ground
crows nests visible
Tuesday 6 December 2011
Saturday 3 December 2011
Wednesday 30 November 2011
November 30, 2011
clear, early, not quite dawn
winter just started snapping in
listen though! birds talking
streetlights in puddles
dozens! but on the lamp post
only one
playing violin
and knitting impossibles!
happens all the time
trying to recall
childhood i get lost and found
found and lost again
you know what? I never try
recalling my last breath
winter just started snapping in
listen though! birds talking
streetlights in puddles
dozens! but on the lamp post
only one
playing violin
and knitting impossibles!
happens all the time
trying to recall
childhood i get lost and found
found and lost again
you know what? I never try
recalling my last breath
Tuesday 29 November 2011
Sunday 27 November 2011
November 27, 2011
nothing
what a wonderful thing
to do to be
this northern coastal light
travels at less than
the speed of light
look at the willow
ask it
finally old
awake outside in sunlight
enough just right
i go out carrying
all i need to finally see the world
stepping into garden shoes
what a wonderful thing
to do to be
this northern coastal light
travels at less than
the speed of light
look at the willow
ask it
finally old
awake outside in sunlight
enough just right
i go out carrying
all i need to finally see the world
stepping into garden shoes
Saturday 26 November 2011
November 26, 2011
gulls struggle by
i'm inside calmly watching
against the wind
dropped into water
the clay after all these years
finally dissolves
all the tight holding
relaxes softly into
ah! all gone all gone
i'm inside calmly watching
against the wind
dropped into water
the clay after all these years
finally dissolves
all the tight holding
relaxes softly into
ah! all gone all gone
Friday 25 November 2011
November 25, 2011
Cozied into bed at 4:16 am by the red numerals of the clock radio. Pump of waves. Ski hill lights across the Strait. Vancouver lights illuminating low clouds like The Holy Ghost roaming between earth and sky. Nisargadatta: "Wisdom says I am nothing. Love says I am everything. My life flows between." Awake in the early morning to myself, not to my concern for others and relations.
after stormy day
after late evening winds
a star!
how wonderful
not to be with you and you
and you and also you
how marvelous!
pileated woodpecker
(not to grubs inside)
kept passing the sign
two eggs two bacon two toasts
today i stopped
after stormy day
after late evening winds
a star!
how wonderful
not to be with you and you
and you and also you
how marvelous!
pileated woodpecker
(not to grubs inside)
kept passing the sign
two eggs two bacon two toasts
today i stopped
Thursday 24 November 2011
November 24, 2011
Gera and I sat in her front room - an expression of my grandmother's - and shared tea and words. We looked at each other, looked out at the rural yard enclosed, looked at the cups. We said that you don't become enlightened, you just notice and remember the light. Our anguish and excitement is the difference between this now, and the image we have of it. How we think it is. How we think it should be. When the image disappears, the anguish and excitement go. Gera smiles. I smile. We gesture a small toast with our cups.
brown fence blue barrel
between windows we look out
bare limbs cradled leaves
this is all there is and
don't know what i mean by it but
this is all there isn't
Outside, the ocean ramps up at high tide. Eveline's prayer flags whip on their line. Gulls swift upward, down. The cats tramp around the house. Last night they must have chased about: from the floor this morning, I cleaned up a shattered pottery dish. I love the stillness that seems like it is in me. Gahan Wilson's cartoon says, "Nothing happens next. This is it."
a broad world of sound
wind outside and coffee in
how pleasant!
I sit in bed with coffee, pencil, paper. Outside a freighter passes across the line of Bowen Island. The morning dusk recedes into light as last night the evening dusk receded into dark. Sleep. Wake. Time passes very slowly. Time stops.
how luxuriously
holy i am this morning
coffee pencil bed
This is what my whole life was for. Coffee. A steel grey ocean with white curlings. Memories. Breath. No time. It's not that everything is OK: it just doesn't matter. One thought after another. Saving nothing. How would you save a cloud? The slowest hour of my life. Like doing ecstasy. I doubt if you have time to read this, but I've had time to write it.
gold leaf covered path
this particular moment
ready to die
storm coming up
a wildness in the world
and in the heart
storm coming up
brown fence blue barrel
between windows we look out
bare limbs cradled leaves
this is all there is and
don't know what i mean by it but
this is all there isn't
Outside, the ocean ramps up at high tide. Eveline's prayer flags whip on their line. Gulls swift upward, down. The cats tramp around the house. Last night they must have chased about: from the floor this morning, I cleaned up a shattered pottery dish. I love the stillness that seems like it is in me. Gahan Wilson's cartoon says, "Nothing happens next. This is it."
a broad world of sound
wind outside and coffee in
how pleasant!
I sit in bed with coffee, pencil, paper. Outside a freighter passes across the line of Bowen Island. The morning dusk recedes into light as last night the evening dusk receded into dark. Sleep. Wake. Time passes very slowly. Time stops.
how luxuriously
holy i am this morning
coffee pencil bed
This is what my whole life was for. Coffee. A steel grey ocean with white curlings. Memories. Breath. No time. It's not that everything is OK: it just doesn't matter. One thought after another. Saving nothing. How would you save a cloud? The slowest hour of my life. Like doing ecstasy. I doubt if you have time to read this, but I've had time to write it.
gold leaf covered path
this particular moment
ready to die
storm coming up
a wildness in the world
and in the heart
storm coming up
Monday 21 November 2011
Sunday 20 November 2011
Saturday 19 November 2011
November 19, 2011
three cats
one sleeps one prowls one hides
in the woodshed
ten more leaves
and after thousands!
first morning dust of snow
flittering juncos
under the feeder picking seeds
the tom cat hunkers
the road to hell is signed
congestion limited vision
no turns no exit
one sleeps one prowls one hides
in the woodshed
ten more leaves
and after thousands!
first morning dust of snow
flittering juncos
under the feeder picking seeds
the tom cat hunkers
the road to hell is signed
congestion limited vision
no turns no exit
Friday 18 November 2011
November 18, 2011
things seem unfamiliar
although i meet them daily
i am getting old
nothing makes sense
and so i settle downward
thighs feet hands belly
for the last time i think
and now the genitals and
anus and palms
thinking there's somewhere to go
and someone to go
go to your hands and belly
that's all
although i meet them daily
i am getting old
nothing makes sense
and so i settle downward
thighs feet hands belly
for the last time i think
and now the genitals and
anus and palms
thinking there's somewhere to go
and someone to go
go to your hands and belly
that's all
Thursday 17 November 2011
November 17, 2011
tides do not come today
the way i want them to
so a forest walk
walk the winter beach
a billion stones a billion
each one
the way i want them to
so a forest walk
walk the winter beach
a billion stones a billion
each one
Wednesday 16 November 2011
Tuesday 15 November 2011
November 15, 2011
woodshed shelter
firewood shed with feral cat
dead cat
sick cat
no cat
she asked wondering
where would you like your ashes
imagine that
firewood shed with feral cat
dead cat
sick cat
no cat
she asked wondering
where would you like your ashes
imagine that
November 14, 2011
how lovely the world is
how simple
how busy busy minded people are
one hundred eleven
nothing happens all these years
mother
how simple
how busy busy minded people are
one hundred eleven
nothing happens all these years
mother
November 12, 2011
now everything stops
finch leaf skunk cloud clang grass rose
between moments now
total storm errupts
birds cats coons otter
we all hunker down
wild air aghast with leaves
wild ocean otherworldly
oh boy!
finch leaf skunk cloud clang grass rose
between moments now
total storm errupts
birds cats coons otter
we all hunker down
wild air aghast with leaves
wild ocean otherworldly
oh boy!
Thursday 10 November 2011
Wednesday 9 November 2011
Tuesday 8 November 2011
November 8, 2011
scarlet canopy
one golden tree punctures it
leaf drifts end over end
golden canopy
one scarlet tree hides there
leaf drifts end over end
no herons but their nests
wait in the autumn branches
waiting
winter soon
sidewalk puddle beside a tree
reflecting empty sky
one golden tree punctures it
leaf drifts end over end
golden canopy
one scarlet tree hides there
leaf drifts end over end
no herons but their nests
wait in the autumn branches
waiting
winter soon
sidewalk puddle beside a tree
reflecting empty sky
Monday 7 November 2011
November 7, 2011
november rain
drops blended into fog
old man poodle park trails
leaf cluttered air surrounds
red alder pared by wind
branches emerge
drops blended into fog
old man poodle park trails
leaf cluttered air surrounds
red alder pared by wind
branches emerge
Sunday 6 November 2011
November 6, 2011
shadows crossing
on the bottom of the pond
leaf and duck and crow
firm arches descending
geese cormorant on drifting log
the vast sky
Here is haiku showing you how marvelous this one second of your life is. ---Jane Reichhold
on the bottom of the pond
leaf and duck and crow
firm arches descending
geese cormorant on drifting log
the vast sky
Here is haiku showing you how marvelous this one second of your life is. ---Jane Reichhold
Saturday 5 November 2011
Friday 4 November 2011
Thursday 3 November 2011
Wednesday 2 November 2011
November 2, 2011
sweet windblown mother
sweet cherished smooth skinned infant
i am snaggle toothed
measuring heart rate
measuring workout minutes
fluttering down gold
sweet cherished smooth skinned infant
i am snaggle toothed
measuring heart rate
measuring workout minutes
fluttering down gold
Tuesday 1 November 2011
November 1, 2011
cycling to michael's
i compose four haiku
arriving blue sky
I thought some of them were pretty good as I thought of and forgot them.
None were as good as nothing.
i compose four haiku
arriving blue sky
I thought some of them were pretty good as I thought of and forgot them.
None were as good as nothing.
Monday 31 October 2011
October 31, 2011
sidewalk butts wrappers
condom dog turd gull feather
gold leaves breathe up exhale
The way wind moves under a blanket of autumn down, and lifts it up and lowers it.
---------
along with spring leaves
my child's teeth
are coming in
--Kuso Nakamura
along with autumn leaves
my dear friend's teeth
are falling off
------------
the child picks chestnut
up they are eye to eye
shining
condom dog turd gull feather
gold leaves breathe up exhale
The way wind moves under a blanket of autumn down, and lifts it up and lowers it.
---------
along with spring leaves
my child's teeth
are coming in
--Kuso Nakamura
along with autumn leaves
my dear friend's teeth
are falling off
------------
the child picks chestnut
up they are eye to eye
shining
Sunday 30 October 2011
October 29, 2011
the gull wing presses autumn air
flexing together
i deal the cards cribbage hand
wondering what's next
tense looking around
and just then breath
flexing together
i deal the cards cribbage hand
wondering what's next
tense looking around
and just then breath
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