Pre-conceptual world
like a glassless window

No trust, no doubt,
no concern at all.

All comes and all goes
and here I am
Alive and dead all at once
what a wonder
Heart in an empty sky.

My footprints are in the flowerbeds
but I never leave the house.

Birth, death and in-between
a beautiful dream.

Shapes in the clouds
Ceaseless shapes in the clouds

Old girl
dont be afraid
you have lived magnificently.

Leaves and raindrops.
Autumn!

Cool sky today
A few clouds too.

Sun has fallen
the night is warm
Shining together
we enjoy the stars.

Wretched Gautama,
you warned me of this

nothing!

You wish me to be happy...
please know that I am
hopelessly so!

This life is a beautiful dream
I do not need much
my joy is the shape of the moment.

Success and ambition
dreams within dreams -
awake! All is here now.

In my heart
I touch all that is real.
Gratitude to you.

Clouds mirrored in the canal
one light
two reflections.

A butcher chops
and birds chatter
I waited all my life for this.

What are the marks of a buddha?
None.
We are as good as stray dogs
lost and home all at once.

Dust in the wind;
tomorrow's dreams
- gone.

It is as I say it is, until it isn’t.
And so my life passes
like a dream of clouds in the sky.

In the heart of things
life is simple,
but not always easy.

The surface ripples
and the world is distorted

Keep splashing
and distortion is all you see.

People's world is too busy for a man like me.
I’m more accustomed to the rhythm
of the old oak tree.

Chasing always after the next thing
we miss the real life.
In the quiet glow of this moment
all is forever well

I love you,
and if I forget to tell you today
it is only because I am lost for words.

Spring is sweet,
but I wait for her to love me
the summer way that I love her now.

I seem to be getting worse at sleeping.
I wake again mourning a life I never had.
- strange that the mind makes real what never was.

I left home to follow a dream
But find at night that I dream of home.

Crying until only emptiness reigns -
I feel gratitude now for Gautamas' hidden gate.

As a youth I roamed;
a wandering monk... emptiness immune to loneliness.
Sometimes I long again for that freedom,
but I cannot now leave my love.

The love I feel
is the love you feel,
a single moon mirrored in many waters.

Yesterday your words missed me.
I felt too upset to show you my heart
although I wanted to so much.

I feel you with me now and I cannot sleep,
longing for us to fall into those three words -

I love you.

I have no idea why I say the things I do.
Sometimes I just trust my voice to sing.

The original oorm; here a young man...
a fine pickle this is.
The Chan heroes retired to Dongyun,
but my heart yearns to live.

I’m really a funny chap;
I love this strange world,
but I’m lost here like a bird without legs.

The cold and rains have come.
Summer is closing
and hearth-smoke richens the night air.

I whittle my companions to zero without attention.
Only occasionally do I notice
when the shavings on the floor splinter my toes.

Pine trees delight my senses
more than I know how to say.

I am heavens fool
I go the way I will.

Great is the gain, deep the loss
- and somewhere in the middle is my treasure.

With heaven behind me
am I really so foolish?

On the surface
waves come and go.
At this depth
not a sound.

Thrashed open again!
My heart is real.

My heart is broken,
love spilt all over the place.
I want to gather some up for you,
will you hold out your hands?

I had resigned to a lifelong Autumn
- quiet, slow and sweet.
Then one day I met Spring.

My heart is now a storm between seasons
- and I feel that I will forever live in regret
if I don't chase you.

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.

What need have we for temples of stone,
when we have the stars and sky?
All are equal under this roof...
the wind in the trees is union,
and you and I, love.

My indulgent loneliness,
ambushed this evening by some chirping crickets.
Chpp chpp

They say they have become the ocean
but really these are fanciful thoughts.
I can now think of the ocean...
and see transient sunlight on the surface
and feel pebbles rolling in the wavebreak at my feet.

The bottle is broken
The goose is dead
I'm covered in his ****** feathers though.

At the lakeside
thoughts and water
merge in tranquility.

A gentle breeze
and some chattering birds,
separate now only in words.

Your eyes reflected in mine, reflected in yours.
If our eyes are windows of the soul
can we really be apart?

As friends orbit this supernova,
I can't help but to smile,
making the vacuum taste
a little sweeter.

Wonder fills the heart of the ones that know love
Should I say how wonderful you are
...or that I love you?

In discarding culture and abandoning time,
I have lost touch with today's tomorrow people.
Only ceaseless peace refunds this loss.

Sometimes dreams still beckon
but the world soon returns to dust.
Alone nothing lives, alone nothing dies
emptiness realized, where else is there to go?