Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
shihō.
(knocks on head)
This is empty.
You know...
you hit it with a mallet
and it splatters everywhere
and something comes along and eats it
and it becomes something else entirely...
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Can you be unenlightened?
Because I felt like everything was beginning to make more sense tonight.
And then suddenly life kicked in and now it doesn't anymore.
And then suddenly life kicked in and now it doesn't anymore.
Monday, August 24, 2009
Sorry.
I don't know why I'm
acting like this.
I just thought things
would suddenly get
easier.
And they didn't.
acting like this.
I just thought things
would suddenly get
easier.
And they didn't.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
distance.
How long could I
endure this?
The reduction of
my love
to photographs,
words on a page.
A fuzzy phone call
once a week.
Could I learn
to be whole again,
and end my craving
for the unattainable?
To free my mind
of its aching.
Can I release myself
from this anchor,
pulling me into
deeper waters?
Could I love you
without expectations?
endure this?
The reduction of
my love
to photographs,
words on a page.
A fuzzy phone call
once a week.
Could I learn
to be whole again,
and end my craving
for the unattainable?
To free my mind
of its aching.
Can I release myself
from this anchor,
pulling me into
deeper waters?
Could I love you
without expectations?
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
fold.
Talking of "right speech"
made me never want to speak again,
because I fear
I have nothing important to say.
made me never want to speak again,
because I fear
I have nothing important to say.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
zen.
What I should be thinking about:
Breathing.
What I am actually thinking about:
"UH AM I SUPPOSED TO BE BOWING NOW?"
Breathing.
What I am actually thinking about:
"UH AM I SUPPOSED TO BE BOWING NOW?"
Friday, June 5, 2009
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
irreverse.
God, don't I wish
I had a clean slate?
Don't I wish I could start
from scratch
with you?
No irrational fears
or insecurities.
Simply you and I
and all the possibilities
stretched out before us.
But I am damaged goods
(I believe you are as well)
and we have lived,
as humans do,
and accumulated all this
extra weight.
And we've been kicked around
and done the kicking,
and scuffed our shoes,
and smudged our faces,
and knocked out more than a couple teeth.
Yet, if we are to
face this life together
shouldn't I,
knowing the treachery of the journey,
be more forgiving?
And looking into your eyes
and seeing love,
should I not accept
all that you are?
And in loving the essence,
overlook the extraneous?
I had a clean slate?
Don't I wish I could start
from scratch
with you?
No irrational fears
or insecurities.
Simply you and I
and all the possibilities
stretched out before us.
But I am damaged goods
(I believe you are as well)
and we have lived,
as humans do,
and accumulated all this
extra weight.
And we've been kicked around
and done the kicking,
and scuffed our shoes,
and smudged our faces,
and knocked out more than a couple teeth.
Yet, if we are to
face this life together
shouldn't I,
knowing the treachery of the journey,
be more forgiving?
And looking into your eyes
and seeing love,
should I not accept
all that you are?
And in loving the essence,
overlook the extraneous?
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