forest dragon

young monks tackle
little ghosts

but

run to the master
on forest dragon nights







...find the forest dragon...

on the pitch

on the pitch
novices smash
muscle and blood
in the steady rain

jerseys tear
throaty yells echo

sweat and rattled teeth

a try

on robes

somedays
monk robes sink
slide from slumped shoulders

a monk's first kiss

up the hill
past the bell
hands brush
by the long grass
deep sleeves tussle

triggers

a long sought kiss




To the future Abbess; that ensnarer of men.

heavy koan

some don't pray
because of faith

...so she said

these words settle in
rest like a heavy koan

a kitchen meditation

guests gone
dishes piled
the tired monk toils
robes elbow deep
in greasy suds


duty done

linger
for sink side
brandy break



Magpie Tales

the venn zen maxim

deep reverie
slow pipe pulls
smoke thoughts
in bare branches:

more venn
than zen

always

this life

these rusty rhythms

fill your steel toes:
boot circle breaker


the tired monk

Tired Monk Coffee Master

the old grinder
perfect pot brewer
busy in holy task
demand surges
for these well honed skills





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Early Spring Walk

umbrella pops
big gust implosion
robes thrash about

vision blurred
in cold rain mist
glass splatters





the tired monk



Link to: http://magpietales.blogspot.com/2011/04/mag-60.html