a poem called "Bowls" by David Lambert...
Wild horses (or: Off the wagon)
walking with the horses...
Childlike wishes (or: the rain of zen)
There is a page in a book called Zen Keys that describes a perfect day.
Two eyes, one window (or: the pupil as navette)
Are we seekers of the Oneness or are we seekers of...
Collective consciousness (all-go-rhythm inspires)
sometimes a star arrives shooting through the sky of solar plexus a wave arises, a fiery silver...
Systemic shortcomings (notes to self)
“Difficulty at the beginning”
Unearthing eudaimonia
We want to be seduced some days: the sighting of the dappled deer waking in spring Wisdom is still like a thicket some days and after work...
No wheel, no sphere, no cylinder (or: just my cup of tea)
When I moved into wisdom out of suffering and hurt and jumped from...
The late bloomer (telling true stories)
A friend of mine has a great-aunt who created a tradition for herself on her 90th birthday. Each year...
R(Em)ote
What has value...
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