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Tag Archives: poem
“Notes on the Diamond Sutra”
Once upon a time there was a diamond That changed into a ham sandwich That turned into a coyote That became a red balloon That changed into a cloud That became a portrait of the Madonna and Child That changed … Continue reading
This is not a Zen Poem
Well, frankly, aren’t you glad? It’s a rock ‘n’ roll song I wrote after some minor surgery. However, speaking existentially that surgery sent my conceptual thinking into an entirely different direction. Speaking purely from the phenomenological viewpoint, there is a … Continue reading
“8/31/14”
Today we were fed White slices of hard pear and apple Strolling after the penultimate sitting I saw Through my old glasses a double image Of the thin white slice of moon Ah. Equally delicious
“On the Night of the Near Moon”
Reality is a golden ball I tossed it from hand to hand And kicked it over the fence It rolled into the next county It seemed hopeless to look for it For it was nowhere to be found All that … Continue reading
“The Question”
What happened to this rare bird, this Gray stork of a man, skinny in his loose clothes? He is afraid to eat, to see blood flow into his face He will tell you how he feels thinks opinionates without looking … Continue reading