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Old room, growing bare. Small Buddha. Just one sutra. Scent of burning leaves.Read more "Small Buddha"
On the Fantail, Leaving the Philippines these islands a thousand ripe memories like perfumed clouds bringing soft rains swelling the tropical streams of my soul my heart swims slowly like the great sea turtles endlessly roaming the Sibuyan Sea with reptilian urgings to lay eggs again on the warm brown sands of Luzon on […]Read more "Poem-7"
The Sharing: Scotch & Friends let’s suppose it all really is just energy and energy condensed – incarnate masquerading as matter and suppose this energy/matter exists somehow neatly/orderly in multi-universes in space/time whatever that is let’s just suppose still underlying /pervading even that there is awareness your awareness my awareness undeniable primordial/foundational and aware – perhaps that […]Read more "Poem-6"
Leaving Nashville Dolly Parton has vacated my soul the essence of Merle and Loretta now no longer weeps nor seeps from the pores of my skin my ears are not plugged with barroom vomit my tongue no longer speaks […]Read more "Poem 5"
Christmas Morning, 1973 cold winds gust annoying my face with rain city-smells bother from the slopes of Hong Kong the world is grey city to starboard harbor water rippled with rain freighters and junks in the murky distance all grey in the dawn my thoughts, too leaden clouded from Christmas Eve […]Read more "Poem 4"
A Haiku Old room, growing bare. Small Buddha. Just one sutra. Scent of burning leaves.Read more "Poem 3"