the moon
floats like a lily pad
in the dusty morning sky
calling
to no one
and everyone
the geese draw a line
low
above the smooth lake
cicadas ring
like a mountain bell
deep in the mist
still white egret
suddenly snatches a fish
Present Beauty
seeking enlightenment
is not just a question
of diligently refocusing
attention
on the present
a vigilant reluctance
of spending hours
rerunning memories
til the flavor sours
an emancipation
from charging
anticipations
with manufactured joy
or dread
the activity of rejection
fills
the storehouse
of the mind
with scattered collections
of negative vibes
a hoarding
of negative inclinations
time-broken tools
and misfiring contraptions
engage rather in uniting
the soul
with the sublime
savor moments
which maximize current satisfaction
take not one step ahead
nor one glance behind
this very second
sparkles
with numinous power
sometimes the sprout
or the withered vine
exceed the beauty
of the blossomed flower
Delicious
I’m interested
only
in the delicious
the sublime
transcendent nights
drenched
in beauty and passion
singing with crickets
under sun-wakened skies
I’d rather crawl
redolent gutters
than march
approved
on rigid sidewalks
Inexpressible
these moments
nestled between
two anxieties
are saturated
with meaning
with hope
the sublime
lacking nothing
arise
embrace infinity
comprehend wellsprings
deeper than mind
what is the source
of the source
of your belief
the layered ribbons of cloud
during sunrise
reveal truths
inexpressible by authority