Sunday, November 6, 2016

on lost brother, and fathers

gone lost
to the beyond beyond

missing brothers
brothers missing
their fathers

so much more
than diminished

it is missing
every word they
don't write,
every song they
don't sing.

Here at the monastery we've lost a brace of brothers, and fathers.  We've decided to take practical action; in the hope that it'll be the answer to prayer.  Us monks love music, so we'll try to use this vessel to raise funds and awareness to save the lives of brothers, sons, and fathers.

Please check it out, join, support, and pass it on.

Friday, October 21, 2016

on rain falls and flames

waylaid sunrise
a "rain fall warning"
dashing all hope
of morning light

lamp flame smoulders
flickers quick
sparks to fuller life
with one deft
venting in sweet air
and sweeter light

Tuesday, October 18, 2016



oh this cloudy lens
peering up and away
through galaxies
(200 per they say...)
counting and measuring
from this most dim


boxed in tight
bound in matter
absorbing energy
locked in space
creeping in time


older than God
-yes us
we are older, aging
He is "I am"

Sunday, October 16, 2016

on demons

demons linger
outer edges of parks
deep in the woods
right on the crossroads
or under basement stairs
for generations
if needed

once they're forgotten
they'll  slither out
with their
ancient dusty tricks

the problem
with demons
is that they
don't get bored

Sunday, October 9, 2016

a third way

high road  - low road
it isn't some dualism
to ponder
to choose a path

no big clear cut
sea change
swapping out
religion for rebellion
rebellion for religion

a third way
a middle way
brothers sisters
 a relationship
strong like a
mother's heart
abiding like a
good good father

Friday, October 7, 2016

tiny temple dog

autumn wind
lingering cool breeze
cold isn't a front
just blowing through
no  - not this time

the mice know it
they sneak under the deck
seeking any tiny crack
up under the siding
and in

the tiny temple dog
hears 'em coming
them all the way
back to the wild

Wednesday, October 5, 2016


walking the path
in these heavy robes
in fall rain

doing the work
the tired monk duties
praying, reaching out

the burden
that distance
from God