Comfort Taken from What is Given
I imagine this scene, a snapshot of any ordinary point in time, perhaps not meaningful to anyone else,...
Poem – Home
In the first minutes of light time stops and I cease to exist as a physical presence and...
Poem – The Day Wisdom Came from the Clouds Above
(1) Summer months fell into the autumn. Mist clung to pine before the sun rose. Brown needles falling...
On “Dualism”
I am reading the “Cultivating the Empty Field” for the second time, and also Dogen’s “Moon in a...