fragmen XII what is lost may still return through a by way Wansee's buried sharp sweet taste gooseberries hanging from the garden's boundary hedge thorns blood stained remember the thorns chemin faisant ne plus rien attendre de l'inattendu Sprachlosigkeit ein bisschen befremdet kōan of our lives how can we still hear you and you can you still hear us écrire était notre tâche nous voilà effacés un chant se lance sans souci d'absence de traces many a time we faced dead ends not

unborn's childhood house hometown homeland mother tongues mother tongued texthausted stranger's words placed in your bundle take the way will be long share with those you meet tushéyé rāhé nā kojā bā hamegān miravi from sands sprout nameless buds refugia earth plants in us sorrow's seeds voices voices songbirds' heart

here a compass error breaks through error one step at a time roads learn how to breathe through you time for travelers to meet here alongside ages in whereabouts of the wind to ke az bād miāyi bi chehreye yād dust of visions glare mirage what desert can offer this wayward thirsting remember même si l'oubli est l'air qui se glisse entre tes toi oui tais-toi just clearly remember astraying stars are staring at us 20 septmbere 2026

telle est la fin de mon oeuvre / margarete porete no one gets to decide who enters the poem's gate what a poem is keeps coming back it's the at that time you forget come sound of water brings you back brings what back what our question's light sound of water never leaves you dream as it flows dreamt dreaming it never leaves you it's the way for now it has a name what what never leaves you prie prie l'impossible prier 19 september 2026

hongzhi zhengjue - song of silent illumination dans ma main seulement la cendre des tendresses ou le sel de l'amour - main d'oeuvre / pierre reverdy since ancient times this loneliness of hope we attend to you save you how from dispair bebārid fardāhāye bi makāni heavy rainfalls where tomorrow i know not what tomorrow will bring take refuge its shimmers on cloud lit waters are traces we follow nomads for all our moving dunes the unattainable way places its fortune in us what

pantai pulau merah, java timur, 2025 but down in the depths there is a jewel - dogen, eihei koruku, vol.9, hōgo 13 depths of earth depths of water in whereleswhere this jewel a book of bleached shores dweller of broken shells its words wild algae sweeping sea beds bu ke ze gheybi ruzi yābam dorr-e maknun ra may i one day from the unseen find that hidden pearl from stuttering pearl may oblivion return brightness darkness to limpid azure de seuil en seuil tu nous déplaces deui

kedungu, bali, august 2026 so should you view this fleeting world -diamond sutra - this floating world looks looks in the pond wonders to what to what shall i compare you a scattering of colors bougainvillea bracts caught in ripples of light breeze unpetalled

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

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 busy 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 at

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 our dream bundles 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