kedungu, bali, august 2026 late night sleep dripping away to be quit of writing continue writing such verses as who writes who who frees who you inexhaustible who words thin chirping of insects scattered barking around the village temple aircon droning on nothing holds them back they learned to look past your mirrors words it's morning can't say days follow unfollowing is flow why a sage once said the sound of the valley never dies

kyoto, july 2026 in memoriam maria englehart morning sitting next to no one together listening to the burble of the rain

does a dog have buddha nature no mind circles around the kōan the dog takes a book from the shelf rips it apart you are battered and bruised now david chadwick's dedica intact on the verso from me to you your hand still trembles in the graph on the half title page these words zen is right now

' all the rafters are broken, the ridgepole destroyed; the mind, gone to the unconstructed' - buddha, the dhammapada, verses 153-154 what first comes to mind seeing molts flake down from high rafters onto the bed cover gecko must be at work munching roach flesh spitting out the shell despite years living under the same roof we barely know you true adept of not picking and choosing you devour your guest whole flash of an encounter no time for guest and host to converse no-mind

kenninji temple, kyoto, july 2026 sutra chapters heard in the wind mostly known by heart forgotten parts are what wind invents on the go late into night pine needles transcribe on unlit beds of sand words still in echo mind abides nowhere gone we are what the wind may still remember

à olivier devèze gradually she felt her lips moving imagine her lips moving poems find their way back through the many not lost forgotten years shut in a shoe box we can not see whitewaters as such still we can hear rapids imagine fury rapids slapping the bark as it runs amid the rocks at diitabiki hear granman of granboli pass on words to us strangers switi kon not welcome sweet coming imagine can't stop the stream sweet coming switi kon

afloat in hot water you a broken star and your kin marred beyond recognition still you count in the counts of the broken with us all brokenness our gateway to fragrancy swimming in still waters glints of ceiling light glittering on your arms you are a star inside a star constelling our night je suis de race inférieure de toute éternité drop limiting views you are a no one a nothing self is the world quietly brewing in a cup

jadis si je me souviens bien sitting in a circle watching a bonfire where is the gaze going turned outward returning inward inward to better see outward to illumine the effacer of traces gaze blazes on as fire burns the divide sparks fall into the sky vanishing drop back into the heart remembrance's heartbeat we are on time for the full moon of ashes tonight on time for the morning of embers she can speak now with her soft glow i can hold you within me keep you though i canno

bornes parties en voyage are you a hermit homeless perhaps a vowel a consonant who are you letter awaiting a reader shibboleth pronounced here unpronounced there rappelles-toi bien de ceci tu es devenu désormais muet stranger is what mispronounce means h bless us in you hunger lifts up hunger home is rummaging of leafage you this hand that opens

payangan, august 2026 beginning may well be our only map moving forwards backwards our map of relief on the coffee table a diary a humble thing 26 inscribed on its cover it knows something is missing what it doesn't know is what we don't know millennia have forgotten missing has forgotten has the unforgivable rising sun chorus of waking birds not to mention pigs' squealing it's feeding time it's the time of measures where are you untraced what flies with these pages

when name appears you appear you disappear and who appears not who as in there is a shadow i feel it weigh on me who as dawn is the time of elsewhere disappears drifting eastward of sleep she unpacks dream bundles for us what are we seeing here shimmering skies and waters fish swirling in the pond someone is sweeping the lawn dew forgetting dew you becoming you who

you have waited long enough to know enough long is never long enough something for tapering roads to keep in mind as night and time exchange colors ahead meaning stands alone beached boat on a shore asks stars random questions such as this dazzling

left behind poem unclear how to retrace our way back to you other than here there words attributed to you the never appeared disappeared on closer look this deciphered verse the point is to meet the breeze in person where are your whereabouts now warbling in open fields beasts napping waves of heat this afternoon

m'illumino d'immenso decades mattina has spread itself before you palms placed together gratitude for all travels pitfalls and gravels a step at a time roads learn to toddle take a step at a time blue sky pale deep refuge to kites threads of life humming in the wind with the ten thousand things dilluminated #ungaretti #dogen

reflect on this you write words to give voice to changing things words don't obstruct the morning from stumbling along not that things change words change words beyond words trees know it clouds know it buddhas we are told glaring light on pasture a dog keeps barking at what is far and near can't you hear green barking back at white

from vanished diaries an entry survives date illegible how could you neglect drifting weed do they not too wander from shore to shore in their wake carrying mountains and clouds sending you this for safekeeping

konchi-in temple, kyoto heart scrolls homage to all misspoken words as never and ever intention is pure can we reach to what is beyond speaking and scroll as the heart heart ache scroll unrolls words keep dropping petals falling away seasons of the wind abloom

tokufu-ji temple, kyoto, july 2026 become a home leaver you keep telling the homeless your voice fainter in chiming bells leaving returning are not what home not where home is someone is unlearning the difference dew and morning grass a single word beaming silence single word

kedungu, august, 2026 dragonfly how to call the other me if the you in you remains unseen we become one to us as distances fade away for now for now here in this room sun inches on the wall pool plunges into listening across the paddies cries of children from the courtyard true we are the left behind where inside a poem shelter is being offered strangers stay for the night in the end there is more to the feast of ants than than eyes can see

compagnon du temps what time is it this life whose time is it in death whose life death this life and death is the life of buddha dogen behind a hazy sky sunset glows deepen tip of grains stilled in flames startled footsteps a heron flies out of the paddy your wingbeats sounds of time bring it with you take it away fly it away #shoji #dogen #zazen #shikantaza