January 18, 2009

Thoughts are like the sand
slowly turning into glass.
Smooth gliding, rough nicks.

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Walking down the mountain

January 18, 2009

Walking down the mountain,
Wind blowing at my back,
Robe whipping at my waist,
I pause.
The mist weaves between my fingers,
The gravel tickles my toes,
I breathe deep and smell the mountain,
and continue on my way.
Gentle dragon.

January 18, 2009

Missing what is there,
Seeing what is not, always
Running without pause.

January 17, 2009

Taking the road South,
I stumble in the river,
laughing like a kid.

A man lives on a windy mountain,
in a hut with a small garden to the east.
Fruits and vegetables he grows there,
tomato vines creep up the wall.
His floor is dirt and his stove is clay,
enclosed in thatch walls and roof.
His pot is tin and his plate is rough wood,
and he eats with his own hands.
He wakes up every morning and tends his garden,
and chops wood in the forest to the south.
He cleans his robe in the western stream,
and returns home with water at dusk.
At night he builds a fire in the stove,
and makes pottage in his pot.
He eats his dinner and he ponders the day,
and sits quietly when his meal is done.
He goes to bed and falls asleep,
and he wakes up the very next morning.

Sitting Mountain

January 17, 2009

Sitting mountain,
Sitting still,
As when the world was new,
Quiet, complete, whole in itself.
Fulfillment it knows not,
Desire it knows not,
It just is, it does not want,
It doesn’t need these things.
Time passes like water,
Rain fall, and Snow fall,
Sun shine and Cloud cover,
It sits still and accepts things.
Volcanoes and Earthquakes,
Twisters and Hurricanes,
Floods and Tidal waves,
It stays and endures.
The world begins and the world ends,
Every day and Every moment,
As G-d weathers it, as Man destroys it,
It is still, It had never left.

effort and Effort

January 17, 2009

Moving, we seek out
Peace. We just chase it away.
Stay still. Let it in.