rabbit on a rainy morning

young rabbit

chewing leaves

under a wet weeping willow

7:04 am june 2, 2011

i get into my dry car

and go to work

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Poem: making friends – from About Zen

Poem: making friends. from ABOUT ZEN

making friends

with myself

despite my flaws

This stays in my mind – as do many things on the ABOUT ZEN page.

I just want to share it and give thanks to its author John Weeren.

Thank-you

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seeing without naming

looking up

out the window

head tipped –

what does my indoor cat

think of the falling

snow

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progress

what is the sound of one hand clapping
how do you know when a fitted line

fits

every step forward
brings loss in its wake

tears of joy

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clean sink

unwashed unsorted laundry
sink with dishes
piling up

poems
waiting
to be wrote

can this string of words be more
beautiful or important
than a clean and empty
sink

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love

removing my enjoyment of loving

love

i find love

 

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acceptence

forgetting to look

doors open

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waiting

now autumn falls full
rain wet leaves
wind twirled twigs lie about
morning comes late and night comes early
i try not to anticipate
your voice
any more than i would

the spring

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what is want

what what is need
what want is want
when wants gets what want wants
is it a burden

when want is not get
want moves us

motivation exploration ideation

but when want is get and get and get

and no give away
too heavy
to have to hold

wanting getting
letting go
not grasping
holding ideas in

balanced equations

these lines

of words

table of solutions
tucked away safe
implied

just fitted lines

a gesture of a brush
the whole of my experience shines

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walking in the known

passing my past
on each corner
where i’ve walked
walked
walked

before

years of moments
on these streets

the urban landscape changing
stop motion film
my life plays out
again
again

again on these streets

what was i then
who am i now
concrete questions

i have seen these buildings go up
and down and
down and up

again
again
again

changing with the decades

and me
how have i been transformed
walking by these
shifting structures
five decades worth of

now

all this inside me
changes’ richness
moments collected
bricks up down

down
up

sidewalks once
new

now

cracked with age

five decades worth of
eye’s  inspecting
ear’s composing
finger’s touching
feet feeling earth

texture gravity evolution

making sense

five decade’s consciousness resonate still

this deep breath

memory pulled to present
open soft eye’d vision
from then to

now

all who’ve walked
who walk with me now
all their recollections
sensations sensed

pulse

breath

connected
dancing random patterns
constant metamorphosis

web of life

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