Perfection

the sun rises and it’s another day
beauty doesn’t require my consent
whether I’m dancing on water
or waltzing on clouds
reality is its own perfection
this heaven belongs to you too
if you choose to experience it with me

~ September 15, 2016

Poem From a Friend

this old monk wouldn’t cross the road
to visit with a so-called master

one twirling flower in the hand
is bodhisattva enough for ten universes

a letter from a friend just now
contains more truth than every sutra

and more poetry born of pure beauty
than any book could ever contain

~ September 13, 2016