into the Tao

Never think there is anything impossible for the soul. It is the greatest heresy to think so. If there is sin, this is the only sin; to say that you are weak, or others are weak.

~ Swami Vivekananda


these are great trees
to walk below, temple breeze
on our back
at the edge of dusk
past dew into the greenest moss

we keep it clean
past the gate
into the great-dream

without expectation
we witness beauty
in forever new ways
wandering mountain monks
who have forgotten everything

but the candle and the meditation
the temple tree path
where we follow orange footsteps

into the sea, sequence of sunsets
autumn’s embrace of crystal ripples
on the lake that doesn’t move
ready for the white moon
to shine incandescent above everything

nothing can waver, time cannot bend
to our little will, not willing to return
we leave the world behind
to others who will learn
to leave the universe behind.

Face of Ananda


The moon returns like old dreams
This house of a body that cannot quench
Legends that disappear too desolate

An empty cup, love’s fingers upon the tears
Every house where once sought sunbeams of love
Cloud-like, our affections keep moving

We are drunk with a fire no water can put out –
Stars live through us, blood of
Roots ephemeral, stems organic

Crying ‘Find me’ among the shadows
Aching to feel the glory of being alive
Our skin is the subtle dense rainbow matter

Too sensitive for our own good
The light flees back to the neurotransmitter
That once in leaping maps explained it all.

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