it’s quiet in the noisy market
as purple kholrabi scream
hot malaysian cashews
chatter with the old
tiny women over
locally grown 
sour cherries
volunteers groan
and shave ice blocks
out the highway moaning
with the muffled shade made
in the noise of the quiet market

#459. yahrzeit again

February 15, 2011

the sea remembers tomorrow
as if it were just yesterday
sleep is on its way dreams
of waking to gentle eyes
closing upon open earth
stone that finds ashes
to ashes lost breath
mother to blossom 
growing me living
tree remembers
an ocean today
not forgetting
your death
or its life
grown

#294. for the petrified

June 15, 2010

pressured by time flowing
not melting forward or by
growing degrees
all in a deliberate rush
towards meaning satisfying
the pain that the beauty
of the dharma reveals
in joyous futility
burning

All of life for death.

“Half the sky for praying, the other half for the beauties of the night.”

A third of life for growing, a third of life for striving and a final third for understanding.

A quarter of the night for dreaming, a quarter for poems,

a quarter for the unknown adventure and a quarter of the night for my lover.

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