The absent
it of
something once
drilled in
or bored
out or
grew around
long gone
love or
pain or
something else
entirely invisible
leaving what
once was
even less
Category: Meditation
ThisThat
I’d never
known before
that this
not that
would bring
to me
the same
thing as
but without
the rest
and isn’t
that marvelous
Wheat
Two feet
and upright
Zen talks
about standing
on ones
own absent
of attention
one straw
in a
never ending
field of
yellow wheat
and the
brush of
the hush
Sublime
We spend all
of our lives
gathering and making
all to what
sit in some
nest high above
and wonder what
goes on below
take flight friend
chase the clouds
and come up
empty when you
finally do land
because there’s nothing
any more sublime
Blink (for Mikey)
I’m only
if anything
anywhere today
right now
this moment
that blink
everything else
I think
goes gone
and this
then too
