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





7.30.2011

she may be dying~
still, the insects speak all night
holding nothing back

-jws

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sun slowly rising
dreams sit under the lamppost
they fade with daylight

-kaa

7.29.2011

lost in abstract thought
his mouth has uttered cancer
it's hard to focus

-kaa

7.28.2011

cool evening comes now
crickets chirr and fireflies flash
grass and trees breathe deep

-jws

7.27.2011

over and over
butter melts without much thought
cold toast on a plate

-kaa

7.26.2011

loveliest garden
neighbor said she died last night
i stare at her house

-kaa

7.25.2011

freshly fallen rain
a car drives past, puddles splash
thinking of allen

-kaa

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rose of sharon bush~
circle of fallen flowers
dying in green grass

-jws

7.24.2011

deep shades of purple
taped to its next door neighbor
broken little toe

-kaa

7.23.2011

staggered by the heat
blinded by glaring sunlight~
shade of a small tree

-jws
fancied resemblance
tries to project a fierce roar
wilted snapdragon

-kaa

7.21.2011

orange sun setting
intense heat starting to drop
cool darkness rising

-jws

7.20.2011

plastic bag in hand
waiting to pick up dog poop
drat, the bag's holey

-kaa

7.19.2011

rising and falling
voices undulate in waves
sea of cicadas

-jws

7.17.2011

early morning zen
just one thing keeps me awake~
buzzing of a fly

-jws

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pink letters on white
yard sign read "Pray for Tina"
summer evening

-kaa

7.16.2011

biking in hot sun
grateful for patches of shade~
cicadas chatter

-jws

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kimberly circle
beyond where the sidewalk ends
walking home at dark

-kaa

7.15.2011

your hair was long then
met on a park bench at dawn
my sweetest downfall

-kaa

7.13.2011

look out the window
late at night in the Maine woods
one single fire fly

-jws

7.12.2011

sand in my sneaker
another day at the beach
taste of salty skin

-kaa

7.11.2011

beside the highway
cat stalking something in tall grass
rushing cars flash by

-jws

7.10.2011

driving through darkness
headlights become the full moon
it's all inside out

-kaa

7.09.2011

insecurities
confused and coming undone
she forgets the cause

-kaa

7.07.2011

i woke from a dream
confined, in prison for you
house cleaning our mind

-kaa

7.06.2011

an apparition
Lady of Guadalupe
in my kiwi fruit

-kaa

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waves washing the beach
sparkling in brilliant sunshine
a thousand diamonds

-jws

7.05.2011

before the fireworks
clouds turn purple, pink, and gold
near a crescent moon

-jws

7.04.2011

fireworks and parade
the coldness of strawberries
interdependence

-kaa

7.03.2011

quick, shallow breathing
cold lake water surrounds us
like molding play-doh

-kaa

7.02.2011

mindfully at work
a mudra with its small hands
chipmunk at road's edge

-kaa

7.01.2011

shadow of a tree
sways gently on a curtain
stirred by a soft breeze

-jws