The time-being has the quality of flowing. So-called today flows into tomorrow, today flows into yesterday, yesterday flows into today. And today flows into today, tomorrow flows into tomorrow. Because flowing is a quality of time, moments of past and present do not overlap or line up side by side.... Practice-enlightenment is time. Being splattered with mud and getting wet with water is also time. ~Uji: The Time-Being by Eihei Dogen





10.26.2011


sharing the sacred
adjacent rooms in silence
Buddhists and Quakers

-kaa

10.23.2011


meandering path
glistens in afternoon sun
slime trail from a slug

-kaa

10.13.2011

with each breath of wind
even in this warm sunshine
leaves fall from the trees

-jws
full moon shining down
long-watched bud opens at last
pure white moonflower

-jws

10.10.2011

strewn about the yard
a tent, boxes, and loose clothes
neighbor's life fraying

-kaa

10.08.2011

along the train tracks
reaching up to the blue sky
row of scraggly weeds

-jws

10.07.2011

out of the shadows
misty morning just past dawn~
the hawk's sudden flight

-jws

10.04.2011

chocolate with nuts
two cookies, a small comfort
today my friend died

-kaa

10.02.2011

no one familiar,
went to the wrong funeral~
grieving one, grieve all

-jws

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sad woman, alone,
choosing a film for tonight:
"The Road to Nowhere"

-jws

10.01.2011

tucked under a bush
small plastic green dinosaur
from yesterday's play

-kaa
October morning
sun hidden behind dark clouds
wind blows rain-soaked leaves

-kaa

9.29.2011

 
deeply passionate
vehemence of a convert
her vegan diet

-kaa

9.28.2011

meeting the school bus
parade of kids and a cat
mom with trombone case

-kaa

9.27.2011

heavy morning mist
brightness of the sun obscured
pale yellow circle

-jws

9.26.2011

her brother painted
canvas after canvas
neighborhood fungus

-kaa

9.24.2011


rushing through the door
thinking of the day ahead
wet coat drags behind

-kaa

9.23.2011

Happy Fall Equinox!

the sound of raindrops
autumn opening her eyes
before a long nap

-kaa

9.22.2011

tears run down my cheeks
rain falls from a heavy sky
thinking of my dad

-jws

9.21.2011

dog sniffing the grass
small moth flutters to his nose
startled, a loud bark

-kaa

9.20.2011

preparing dinner
carrot stick plunks on the floor
its sound is empty

-kaa

9.19.2011

waiting by the door
beauty of uncertainty
fades away within

-kaa

9.18.2011

chasm of sadness
covered by sparsely placed planks
worried she'll fall in

-kaa