let life enter

Seiho Takeuchi

The onset of winter

Short days and long nights

Tired from looking at too many words

I finally rise from the desk and go outside

To see some sky

The moon is hiding halfway in his house

But half can be seen

The sky holds a few clouds

Like an old man holding on to old regrets

I close my eyes

Cool air on my face

There are days when all I all do 

Is work on poems

James Lee Jobe 

Do not look at the faults of others, or what others have or not done; observe what you yourself have done or not done.

Dhammapada 4.7

Feet squared on the soil, the good earth

Heart open wide to let life enter

A barn owl’s hoot blesses the night

James Lee Jobe

 

Heavy With Crows

"Now the black horses rear in the foggy pasture." -Georg Trakl

These fields are dew-wet and heavy with crows and gloom, and it is still a long walk to get to the house of the poet. Just past dawn and hungry, a biscuit and black coffee was all, two hours ago in the darkness, the night before spent in prayer and shivers, under the staring eyes of the grandfather clock. One cold tick at a time. What is this weight of grief? What is this ghastly tonic that fails to heal? There is no promise waiting at the house of the poet. Is there even anyone there to answer the door? And now the shoes and the pant-legs are dew-wet. The heaviness of crows is a weight upon the soul, and the first light is not burning away the fog. From the far end of the pasture, hidden in mist, comes the sound of hoof-beats. 

James Lee Jobe

Every time you find yourself at home in your body again, let it be a moment of appreciation and celebration.

Kate Johnson

Heart Sutra, 1981

, by Ay-O

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