A collection of haiku written and published over the last three years. In the tradition of sacred minimalism, the reading is held by a musical score with a duration of a single minute. All forms resolve to silence. All silence resolves to form. http://bit
old tree my guru i see i am what you are we are this moment
now sometimes i feel i am a marvelous child all is possible
upon each footfall again heard felt forgotten no further, arrived
the anesthetist speaks each step to be taken surrender to peace
returning to bed i look at thoughts like sounds pass then time falls gently
beautiful people walking smiling energy my restoration
my cat knows me well stares into eyes and hugs arm what comfort for us
just now was thinking that all thought is imagined that one, this one, too
without a care now i forget to remember what has bothered me
an anesthetist administers nothing known now waking again
this close eyed world here all sounds and feeling present summer heat gentle
seeking inner road through winding passage of past discovered nothing
many words cast spells agitate charm the body then gone before seen
body quiet rest mind settles and loses self borders open too
all sound surrounds me spatial decay birth passing all is harmony
with a silent mind all is unfolding with grace effortless present
old tree my guru imperturbable presence feelings and whispers
the calendar turns another other something better unknowing
now, what to do next perhaps wait and see what comes is it always this?
inner voice whispers sounds like spoken outer voice which i never hear
did someone speak now i do not know them one bit yet they speak to me
imagining past all seems open to render new old memory
mind in time somewhere here there before to come now body tingles thought
walking without goal world reveals infinite grace and offers its hand
silent sun warms me arms and face turned reverie what gentle pleasures
a known boundary between my words and your words cannot be found here
on waking from sleep world's barely formed potential now all wakes with me
old tree my guru winks gentle encouragements ever silent source
this silent world full sound smell endearing rapture all rising in air
a thousand worlds rise each briefly held and then lost drifting through days past
tabula rasa but free from even this thought still heart clear view free
i ask who am i process form thing or no thing no answer heard here
the warm wind rushing no centre no boundary passed nothing but this
old tree my guru you will outlast the long day in this your repose
a simple plan here is to have no plan at all all unfolds to plan
tasting symphony resolving an inversion in this sweet moment
is who hears this sound the same as who thinks these thoughts always here silent
held softly by light remembering all that passed gratitude fills me
old tree my guru in this silent communion listen to my heart
a divine voice sings then rendered in bits and bytes reconstituted
the divine wind blows the mind and senses gentle peace beyond knowing
all worldly things here are imaginings in space no form need apply
take a moment please to pause and listen and breathe all is now well here
this light is dancing upon brief reflected time gone but never gone
pointing beyond words are the very words themselves many handsome clothes
forgot what you said and then forgot what i said laughter forgetting
cat leaps in cold air what can't be known is for what he will not tell me
no hidden rooms here nothing ever off limits I thought otherwise
old tree my guru not known by thought or concept always heard by heart
listen to silence all is still and rested here reborn unbounded
a woman throws stick at silent bird in water anger at the world
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