Onward to antiquity
Acts of simplicity to heal the mind
Write the letter, read the book, cut the cord
Revelation of silence for a brain rubbed raw
From drowning in an ocean of trivial madness, to reclaiming our birthright of peace
It is not just good, it is absolutely indispensable
What is Zen?
As it relates to me, you, us, now.
Carving out the right to exist.
Nowhere else to be.
Nothing else to do.
Dedication to nothingness.
Eihei suggested you and I sit down.
Stepping on that edge of restless wandering.
I think I'll keep doing it.
Cooler than cool, larger than life.
Too freaked out for the squares, too square for the freaks.
White panther wisdom.
What it means to be a father and a man.
We always knew, big boy day.
Boundless memories since the beginning of time.
Lucky monkey, Pair-O-dice.
We here now.
Round peg, square hole, benevolent giant.
Kick out the jams *******!
When I think of her, them, she, I feel a warm smile.
Gone is the longing for more, that anxious wanting.
To know that they exist at all, autonomous, is enough for me.
That something so beautiful and marvelous was ever created.
Moving through the world affecting others in this way, bringing joy.
I can say now that I am in love with their humanity.
These are days I am fed inspiration by every fraction of light that passes through the field
Everywhere my eyes fell there was life
This corridor between lanes of madness and ineptitude
Natural tranquillity creeping back in on the margins, wherever a berth is given
Gnarled cypress, veteran, relic of time before the decimation
A ****** of fish crows is not burdened by the thinking mind
They disappear into her embrace because they were born knowing what to do
A poem about a bike ride with my little girl.
Seeing her in person is a radiance and draw I could not possibly describe.
No human has ever truly described love.
Even "Love is non-judgement" is merely a statement of what love is NOT.
My craving for her is waning, but I know it will wax again.
I'm sorry that I keep staring at the other boys.
And keep thinking of the other girls,
But if I'm being honest,
If you ever left me
Love would be a forgotten feeling
That I never want to reclaim.
I may crave the skin of others,
But my beating heart is in your hands.
I feel sick.