#satori
In a soft mid-morning, turns thin to an onion skin,
Cool in a quiet waiting, so smooth the baldest pen,
Across a light Satori, we know in a sudden realize,
Unfolds a word together-opens every shape to size
Zen me in the ease of us that quickens deep within,
Connects the me so close to you, awakens us in sin,
A flash so bright in a moment, clear & simple, right
I know you every simple thing all the small tonight
Explains our slides away, your bottom curves walk,
Remember, all the time flashed before us as we talk,
Dawn spreads a holy Majesty let a beauty in you be
Shines in me so nightly, certain in the fog of the sea.
Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 8:06 AM UTC
Since all computers can work out any math,
then my problems of math thinking
are simply that I have a lack of
ANDs, ORs, or NOTs
in my brain connection.
Jun 2, 2021
Jun 2, 2021 at 1:24 AM UTC
The city sitter looks like the constituents of the city.
Silence goes to those who need safety the most.
Silence is not a light, but is usually unconsciously directed toward mercy for me, as my countenance is covered by its past.
Silence goes first to the wicked.
Feb 4, 2021
Feb 4, 2021 at 3:32 AM UTC
It
was not the reality,
I was unwilling to trace back.
Ignoring the last scene
forgetting where I have been
afraid of fear, surviving in the dark.
Though all it took was a moment of serene.
After all darkness just needs a little spark.
May 2, 2019
May 2, 2019 at 10:15 AM UTC
Volumes on silence…
You could fill a library;
Then what has been said?
Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 12:55 PM UTC
Set your bundle down
Satori in an instant
Pick your bundle up
Dec 2, 2018
Dec 2, 2018 at 9:44 PM UTC
Bowing deeply, invited by the sound of a distant bell.
Sitting with the masters, or staring at the wall.
This silent illumination reveals equanimity in bedlam.
What is this?
It is not perfect, but we are in the business of efforts.
Softening the shell of our perceptions.
Oct 22, 2018
Oct 22, 2018 at 6:09 AM UTC
Coming into this world with nothing, save for the benefactors who receive us
Slowly multiplying in an amalgamation of felt experience and ancient conditioning
Do we know the proliferation of thought?
A gradual awakening unfolds, with no beginning or end
Oct 23, 2018
Oct 23, 2018 at 6:12 AM UTC
*I open my mouth to sing
but have forgotten the words.
Snow on their heads
the mountains too have forgotten.
At least the butterflies remember how to dance.*
Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 4:41 AM UTC
***Among Amar Trees
Big Dipper Is Nestled In
Silvery Midnight***
Jul 22, 2015
Jul 22, 2015 at 7:35 AM UTC