thoughts

through all colors of fall the dharma speaks

the journey of not knowing

no where to go and nothing to become : we just are

still the tree stirs

just sitting

as the sheets of water roll in

as long as she tunes in to the wind singing in the pines

we are never lost even when

where we stand is where we flow

entering the way

they hear your heartbeat the old carps in the pond

invitation au voyage

you have to say something

sunrise at mount bromo

what you leave behind is what you take with you

letting go of what we know

some thoughts on meditation

what for a silent retreat

closing words on a september silent retreat

silence is your home

the art of making mistake after mistake

turning the light inward

traceless practice

buddha alone sees buddha

what ashes tell us about silence

my death verse

the guest of seasons

words of radiance the heart can see

from your heart to my heart

the three jewels