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


some time later that multiplicity of light
spoke and broke the eternal silence
moving as the mover and awakening as the
awakened stirred and then creating
making the True Self and all that appears
appeared at a word and with the appearance
of age but aged as if one age were ages
nothing left unaffected all arising naturally
time being just the word it is and every word
just an expression of the infinite
facets of the same light or always moving
toward it recognizing the face within it
as our own true face having the power
all along to speak and breathe the word of life
and nothing at all was ever
undone unspoken unborn

~ June 15, 2016

True Eye

this old monk doesn’t dream of wandering
one moment being stillness is years of moving
seeing the entire universe behind the eyes
what’s the difference whether open or shut?
eyelids are useless and so are feet
when body and mind cease to exist

~ January 20, 2016

No Hindrance

no moon
no water
no bucket
beyond emptiness

no jikido
no bell
no sound
beyond perfection

no thought
no self
no mirror
beyond buddha

no emptiness
no perfection
no buddha
beyond gone

~ January 7, 2016