Like a Mirror

A clear alpine pond
A serene reflected moon
But what lurks beneath?

Dragonfly

The rotting corpse of a dragonfly
Hangs over hung-headed commuters
Like a pterodactyl fossil in Fukui,
Forever aloft on calcified wings
For children to look up and wonder:
From what mysterious realm did you come?

But beneath the fossilized dragonfly,
No such wide-eyed adolescents pass by.
This Train Station of Natural History’s only patrons
Are closed-eyed, downtrodden business men:
Too busy catching up on sleep walking
To raise their gaze above the floor.

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The Kumano Kodo 熊野古道

A peaceful night is ended
By the first light of morning
Before a bright Sun soaring
Over the edge of the ocean.

I open my eyes to a starry tent sky
Shining droplets of condensation
Refracting rainbows of morning dew
Formed from the radiant body heat
Of weary pilgrims happily beat
Upon the Kumano Trail.

Life Scripts

 

 

“Subconsciously aware or consciously unaware”
The script of my life that’s composed each day.
As the seconds sweep by that just don’t last,
As the hours turned day, that I just let pass

The pleasure of love hangs still in the moment,
The moments of sadness when pleasure gets hung
A balance of chapters in our lifes book
Moments like these that go unsung

Celebrate Your Self

Celebrate your self honoring

every moment of your breath.

Breathing in deeply, take stock of within.

Breathing out slowly, what do you feel?

Is something joyful tickling your heart or are

you struggling with a painful twinge in your arm?

Just take notice as these sensations arise

and then let them go gently, leaving judgment behind.