Saturday, March 25, 2017


A good poem,
Like Camphor,
Disappears when exposed,
To the light of day.

Friday, March 3, 2017

Late Spring

Late Spring
Great Blue Herons nesting
In the Sycamore tree

Only This

This apparent reality
In time and space
Is merely borrowed from
The eternal and infinite Self.

Early Spring

Dandelions blooming
Great Blue Herons squawking
Shaki's rite of spring.

Friday, May 20, 2016

Not Two

Like a line drawn in water,
All phenomenon rise,
Have their day,
And fall away,

Leaving no trace.

Like a line,
Drawn in water . . .

Wednesday, March 16, 2016

Self Realization

Enlightenment, is not of the person.
The Self, is always present.

Thursday, December 31, 2015