Beauty is all around us,
everywhere lurking.
At any given time
we can, may find ourselves
Overwhelmed.

for Jorge Luis Borges





You don’t get anyone else’s life; you get your life with your specific fate unfolding moment by moment, thought by thought, experience by experience, body sensation by body sensation. There is nothing to do about this. There is nothing you can do about this. There is no one with the agency or power to do anything about it. If you are lucky, acceptance (really, accepting) occurs. In this context luck is a synonym for what in the West is sometimes called grace. This is not necessarily an unhappy formulation. Neither is it necessarily happy. It may be accurate.





While our lives are said to begin at birth or at conception or at some other declared point, we, as humans, always show up, begin, in the middle, speaking and living in worlds already created – worlds that create us.




sundown

04/01/2012 · 0 comments

in moments


sundown
one goose sounds
in a cloudless sky





cold, rain, wet feathers
still the scrub jay
appears for peanuts





It’s warm this spring.
Not yet mid-February and already
early blooming trees are bloomed.

Things occurring on their own.
Are our lives any different?




ah…my youth

01/29/2012 · 0 comments

in moments


ah…my youth,
how unapproachably near





caw free living –
crows now caucus
half a mile away





There is only one unmixed blessing, and it cannot be named.




wary jay

05/29/2011 · 0 comments

in moments


distrusting, even so, scrub jay
snatches peanut from outstretched hand