April232012

Why I Treasure Monday Evenings

Buddham saranam gacchami

hank is not a person
hank is anyone
present
and everyone is already
here

sitting with you all
all is only what it is
and all of what is this

Dhammam saranam gacchami

reciting a reading
mind can read too much
into the meaning
and forget that i
know it by heart

sitting with you
helps me recall
the heart

Sangham saranam gacchami

with this sangha
i can safely settle
into something i know
i know nothing about

i can trust that
just to be with this
will be enough

and it is

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9PM

to the rain!

understand
underneath this
coat of silver -
this medieval contraption -
self - conscious self -
i am soft as the air
around a lightbulb
glowing
yellow
flickering
dimming
observed
in a forest
by ancient owls
who have
no necks
and wise birch
trees that drink
to water! to dirt!
to life! i remember again
how to laugh at the
constant hum
of my metallic mind -
how to listen to
the hymn of
rain that drops
out of nowhere
and dots my
somewhere roof
with -
with -

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8PM

:D  aww

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pug pug pug pug pug PUG PUG! 

April222012
it’s…

it’s…

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11PM
a…

a…

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11PM
…giraffe!

…giraffe!

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April182012
“The old saying goes: give a man a fish and he eats for a day; teach a man to fish and he eats for a lifetime. Social justice leaders push on this proverb with a whole different line of questions. We wonder: Who owns these fish? Why don’t we all have access to them? Is eating fish sustainable? Who is this hungry man and what does he have to say about the situation? And where are the women?” Jaime Grant, Director of Kalamazoo College’s Arcus Center for Social Justice Leadersip

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April92012

I will say this: I rarely live my life on autopilot. That’s something, I guess.

words 

10PM

It’s cloudy - I can’t see
the stars tonight. But I need
a constellation. I’m selfish.
Where did my stars go?
Wow, dumbstruck me,
notices that what I thought
all of this was isn’t it, at all…
it’s fading into…? You’re confusing yourself! You talk too much. Look!
Listen! Judgments, extra. This poem, extra. Just,… just what? That’s it!
Shouldn’t it be simple?
Should it?
It’s cloudy and hard to see.

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April52012

Beautiful evening.

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