Posts Tagged ‘acceptance’

drag the Lotus seed

March 14, 2013

Drag the Lotus Seed 3 final

mom cake

August 16, 2012



Insideidea Lepidoptera

June 26, 2012

Insideidea Lepidoptera

the moth clings to the inside of the heart

it is dying to love

the one to which the heart belongs

it cannot fly free because it is afraid

of the idea crawling around inside the mind

of the one to which the mind belongs

the idea has no body;

yet, it crawls and climbs and claws

trying to shred the moth

Yayoi Kusama at the Whitney Museum July 12, 2012  (how very auspicious..)

pink snow boat sailing

May 23, 2012

practice does not make perfect

May 22, 2012


May 17, 2012

Appreciating the Corner

May 9, 2012

appreciating the corner


In the corner is a space

where stacked are bits of other corners

warps and wefts, porous and knocking.

they lean, waiting, quietly subdued,

tilted and jumbled, gathering dust


and like grandma’s sofa, wrapped,

in preparation for a celebration.

That crushed velvet never felt

the wind upon it, in her lifetime.


But someone somewhere now

might make a raincoat of its covers one day; especially

since it had a built in zipper which

went from corner to corner to corner to corner


So similar will

the still filling colors in squares of all sizes and age,

eventually be lit with light or fire;

keeping someone

warm or dry or inspired.


They too containing a zipper;

being unseen, unheard, utterly unborn,

with corners in the corner

of the boundless corner.

forgotten earthquakes

February 17, 2012

“Any perception can connect us to reality, properly and fully.
What we see doesn’t have to be pretty, particulary; we can appreciate anything that exists.
There is some prinicple of magic in everything, some living quality.
Something living, something real, is taking place in everything…”-  Chogyam Trungpa

forgotten earthquakes

echolocating colors

of full balloon lady-slipper orchids

so rare

the honey bee fur below your ear;

the stickyness of my jealous mouth

a tenderfoot threshold



February 9, 2012


the cushion waits there

memory’s, yesterdays, perfume

Live the cold sun-patch

on being a Buddhist at the New Moon in the Year of the Water Dragon

January 27, 2012














something written

(on being a Buddhist at the New Moon in the Year of the Water Dragon)


“when you’re dead, you’re dead”

at least in Reality

until then, the blinds will be rolled up, letting in the sunlight

until the moon rises, down they come again;

one may have it today, the other the next

I, however, am alive this minute and will be dead soon.

Not knowing when is shared by everything

with anxiety or surprise.


not two, not two,

me and the moon, hanging in the sky

loving with the completeness of Buddha

and with the fearlessness of Jizo

gliding through Hell

freeing all beings;

floating lotus’ on the Dragon’s river

pearls spewed, made in the muck of It’s belly.