my self : the muse

Month: August, 2011

waiting to fall

softer now —
cool light lingers
as ever hungry leaves
feign ignorance
lonely winter calls



the path I straddle
leads nowhere particular
all is wild beyond


higher up —
trees close in drowning
the roar of the unseen

for Hui- Neng

each morning
sweeping mind — full of
settled dust

no more

unbounded bliss

knowing — nothing

will ever make me happy