Category Archives: my museum of inspiration

Creation Like A Flash of Lighting

Buddha Shakymuni: Diamond Sutra   As a lamp, a cataract, a star in space an illusion, a dewdrop, a bubble a dream, a cloud, a flash of lightning view all created things like this. Translated by Red Pine       … Continue reading

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The Flight of the Bird Passing I: Poems of Fernando Pessoa

II “My glance is clear like a sunflower”   My glance is clear like a sunflower. I usually take to the roads, Looking to my right and to my left. And now and then looking behind me . . . … Continue reading

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April Poems 2020 #2: Foolish but Necessary Allowances

Tree It is foolish to let a young redwood grow next to a house. Even in this one lifetime, you will have to choose. That great calm being, this clutter of soup pots and books— Already the first branch-tips brush … Continue reading

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Paradise is Around Us Always: A Poem in 2 Parts

 

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April Poems 2020 #1: Loss and Leaving

TODAY, ANOTHER UNIVERSE by Jane Hirshfield The arborist has determined: senescence      beetles      canker quickened by drought but in any case not prunable   not treatable   not to be propped. And so. The branch from which the sharp-shinned hawks and their mate-cries. The trunk where the … Continue reading

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