| Verses from meditations at the Inergy LPG Complex Seneca Lake, Reading, NY Seneca Zazen October 28, 2013 |
Sitting at Seneca Lake
hard by Inergy's gate,
dressed too light
for October's chill
as she gilds and garnets her treasure,
slowly and suddenly gathers mind.
hard by Inergy's gate,
dressed too light
for October's chill
as she gilds and garnets her treasure,
slowly and suddenly gathers mind.
| The Sound of Sound November 2, 2013 |
The live void drones
And in that sound, so solid
— Tapestry,
inexhaustible. Every,
so color, each yet not every,
dancing like a long cricket chorus
with time.
And in that sound, so solid
— Tapestry,
inexhaustible. Every,
so color, each yet not every,
dancing like a long cricket chorus
with time.
| November’s Brilliance November 4, 2013 |
Easy by Inergy’s gate,
meditating with doughty company
in the crisp autumn,
finding a little trash to rid.
meditating with doughty company
in the crisp autumn,
finding a little trash to rid.
| Hard November 11, 2013 |
Such dread today at Inergy’s gate,
while November sends her chilly wind,
toying with sheathed claws.
Then, during the day’s final round
unbidden peace, such peace.
while November sends her chilly wind,
toying with sheathed claws.
Then, during the day’s final round
unbidden peace, such peace.
| Vigil November 18, 2013 |
Autumn’s actinic light,
dappled by the rushing clouds,
gleams in the sentinel grass
by Seneca Lake.
What lies on some desk
in a capitol far from here,
the fate of such ordinary
fragile determination?
dappled by the rushing clouds,
gleams in the sentinel grass
by Seneca Lake.
What lies on some desk
in a capitol far from here,
the fate of such ordinary
fragile determination?
| Grass Soldiers November 25, 2013 |
Not yet snow-covered, its blades search
for sun, which warms just enough,
forming pores of slightest warmth
in the white blanket.
for sun, which warms just enough,
forming pores of slightest warmth
in the white blanket.
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