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