a spider's waiting out
the summer showers
in the corner of the window
though I have nothing to wait for today
still -out of habit
and a deference to nature-
I too will watch the raindrops smash apart
from behind my book and coffee
it turns the street
into an asphalt mirror
reflecting the first blue bits of sky
when I do not sleep
the rolling thunder
Tuesday, August 12, 2014
Friday, July 11, 2014
Rinpoche, when I saw you, many years ago
you said - expressing everything
in three languages and four simple words- :
“rangsem dharmakaya, one space.”
Our own mind and the mind of Buddha,
your mind, all-pervading, uncontrived,
not bound in suffering or stuck in peace,
are one space - from which everything arises.
Our good fortune to be with you has ended,
but - as if a giant bell was struck -
your last teaching of impermanence
rings deeply in our bones and hearts.
May we defeat dull laziness, Rinpoche,
and give rise to heart-felt bodhichitta,
Rinpoche, please return to guide us!
Om Guru Dharmamati Hum!
Tuesday, July 8, 2014
She comes up for air, taking gulps so big they hurt. For a moment, all she feels is the salt stinging in her eyes, deaf to the writhing sea of bodies around her, carrying her on. The light falters. There's no more time. Her muscles seem to tense around her, a silent explosion of colors brighter than anything outside her skin, and then, the music starts again.