Today I woke beneath a tree
and you were not there.
I had been dreaming of you again.

Sunlit eyes
like autumn pools
We smile over a *** of jasmine tea.

I see
and I love,
yet the two dance so tightly
that there is only one.

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.

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

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

Pine needles fall to the lake's surface.
The world ripples,
beginning again,
and again.

Rain hammers
and lightning paints the sky bright violet -
illuminating patterns in puddles.

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.

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

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

A cool breeze promises rain.
My old hut creaks with anticipation.

Waving pines
in the lake
I am lost in the reflections.

A mosquito
bites my foot
and I pass from one dream to the next.

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?

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.

Old girl
dont be afraid
you have lived magnificently.

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

At the lakeside
thoughts and water
merge in tranquility.

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

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

Pre-conceptual world
like a glassless window

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.

Each morning the same question,
the same sickly sweet knot in my tummy.

How long now?

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

The surface ripples
and the world is distorted

Keep splashing
and distortion is all you see.

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

Sky with no clouds
Earth with no prints
A heron poised in the grasses
Meets my sightless gaze.

I have no feet and no head
Alive so alive!
Unsurpassable beauty
Is spilt all around.

Clouds become dragons
become clouds
become words.

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.

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

No trust, no doubt,
no concern at all.

Shapes in the clouds
Ceaseless shapes in the clouds

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

So tender
Each kiss
says what a thousand words cannot.

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

Beneath chattering palms
ocean waves talk quietly.
Quieter still, the crescent moon wanders the night.

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

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

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

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

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

Tick

           now

Tock

            this.

Thrashed open again!
My heart is real.

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.

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

Birth, death and in-between
a beautiful dream.

Cool sky today
A few clouds too.

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

Leaves and raindrops.
Autumn!

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

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

Flowers turn
to meet the morning sun.
This is my religion.