Saturday, November 16, 2013

Moonrise, Camden, Saturday

No peapod bobs
Harbor, only white sphere
Looks at nothing there

Low tide

Friday, November 15, 2013


Not only are we not alone, we are what alone would be if it were us.

Alone, the Alone is alone.

We are what longs to be alone with the Alone.

As first light morning is to day, you and I are nascent presence to Inchoate Presence Itself.

So arrives 6:23am.




Emptiness surrounds solitude.

Until stillness in vast open space.

Looks in as itself.


Thursday, November 14, 2013

One last observation

Just before I die I expect to be breathing.

What happens after that is anybody's guess.

Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Bowdoin soccer field

The day is chill gifted with sun. Leaves play tumble at center field.

Score: wind two, grass one.

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

read this many ways

No fear is now here.

Monday, November 11, 2013

Do you remember?

I remember.

11 Nov, world over

Remembrance Day includes all hurt and dead after war, after resistance to war, after longing for peace.

Sunday, November 10, 2013

Time to see the teaching

View from morning window.

This is my simple religion. There is no need for temples; no need for complicated philosophy. Our own brain, our own heart is our temple; the philosophy is kindness.-- Dalai Lama
View from a lovely teaching. 

(Thank you!)