nutmeg, tangerines and tea
south-windowed slanting sun –
morning
thoughts appear like stones
skipped across the stream
by an unseen hand
winter –
cold feet,
hot tea
The moon at which the finger points is the new moon; it cannot be seen.
Beauty is all around us,
everywhere lurking.
At any given time
we may find ourselves
Overwhelmed.
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 this. 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 a happy one. It may be a useful one.
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 –
one goose sounding
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?