Sunday, September 16, 2007


You can't hasten the inevitable
It will come in its own time
When the weather is right
When the time is appropriate
When both of you are ready

You can't hasten the inevitable
If you try, surely it will change
Force strips it of its honesty
Impatience clothes it in clothes of your choosing
   not the clothes it wants to wear
   not the clothes it was meant to wear
Desire hides its true beauty behind your ego
   confusing your ego with its truth
   blurring what it has to offer

Let it come at its own pace.
Let it approach step by step
As fast or as slow as those steps may be
Sometimes like a silent whisper
   forcing you to strain to accept it
Sometimes like a hurricane
   forcing everything in its way to acknowledge it
It will come, in its own time
Let it come in its own way

You can't hasten the inevitable
Learn to sit patiently
Sensing its approach with every faculty
Listening for each new sound , each new hint of its coming
Blinking at the beauty of its first glimpse
Shivering at that first scent of its nearness
Savoring the subtle tastes of what it brings
Permitting its being to penetrate every pore
   until the boundaries between you disappear

You can't hasten the inevitable
Just let it come
and love it when it does.

Saturday, September 15, 2007

The First Frost

Your eyes seem warm, yet,
As summer comes to an end,
A chill from nowhere.

Sunday, September 2, 2007

Smelly Mindfulness

A sudden loud sound
breaks my dreams in the zendō.
A fart fills the room.

Saturday, September 1, 2007

A quiet day

A brave face and smile
at the door, but as she leaves
more tears soak my sleeve.


How can one person
provide so much happiness?
Is this all a dream?


Searching forever.
Studying and questioning.
And yet nothing found.