hospitable to nothing.

There are times when everything goes flat. 

Nothing seems to reflect meaning or consequence.

Today that time visits.

Is welcomed. As it devastates.

the illusion of passing time

“What is the truth of all religions?” asked inmate at morning prison conversation.

"Respectful audience,” the woman said at evening hermitage conversation.

Suffering is moving through life this moment

We take Thursday Evening Conversation to Augusta.

With chicken soup.

And Bart Ehrman.

After walking breakwater in Rockland

Maybe it is a dream.

Just an experience of mind.

A passing phantasm.

Mere allusion.

This life.

Wu Wei

Twilight birds 

before dawn 

monastery

made of coming light

morning sound

Merely

Your color

This May afternoon

what shall I call you?

If Silence knew

its first name

It would be called 

at last "Now"

letters, we have letters

Grades submitted.

I wonder if the Almighty anguishes similarly.

Half our sand

In zendo 

hourglass

silence --

nothing moves