poetry 

what passes is not time

the lotus sutra says

the calling is you

leaving lombok

myriad voices one dharma

speak the unspeakable again

traceless

? passage of time

rain talk is dharma talk

eternity this interplay

misty heights

sesshin ends

jisei (death poem)

carnet de voyage

vastness anywhere

in whatever state

disparadised

when destinies meet

jour de noël

along with the mist

approaching silence

stepping into not knowing

notes from a silent retreat

on the vanity of traveling

the fly in the bottle

a response to life on a rainy friday morning

notes from a mountain retreat

disappearing

the pathless one in you

sesshin ends