Moon Poem

I’m no longer praying
the moon will
give way to the sun

All that hard time trying
to pull down
the night

I’m stopping all of it

If my teachers beat me,
I’ll flop around

For now I only want to do
the pure Buddha practice
and relax

Who wants to die
chasing the moon?

for lp

from Shambhavi

Bad Timing

A tiger hunts fiercely all day
and loses many prey before eating.
A monkey plays and never falls
from the branch. more…

Fear of Self-Realization

When Masters talk about emptiness,
they mean the experience of realizing
the same always comes and goes.
more…

The Way Things Are

Why sleep
in the face of
this shining?

Nights disappoint
passing
in darkness. more…

Bardo

When I hear the whine
of freeway tires,
I imagine it’s like
the roar one hears
while crossing
the bardos of death.

more…

Upachara (Offering)

The roses offer
themselves to Ma
as they die.
One by one
the petals drop
at her feet
and into her lap. more…