just a thread
a thin one at that
a torn shred of hope:
thinking about the saints
praying over this one
i too offer up mine
a tiny offering
one robe
one bowl
one tired monk prayer
peace
Sunday, March 22, 2020
Saturday, February 8, 2020
canines
shih tzu, twin pomeranians,
and romping sheepdog paw prints
scattered all over
the de facto dog park
from deeper in the forest
coyote tracks cut straight
through the new snow
Saturday, January 25, 2020
Whisk(e)y Nights
delicate highland single malt
swirling in Glencairn glass
rich flavour layers
touches of peat and oak
sweet Scotch warmth
measured
savoured
...other times
it's a generous pour
of Jamesons
in a kitchen juice glass
swirling in Glencairn glass
rich flavour layers
touches of peat and oak
sweet Scotch warmth
measured
savoured
...other times
it's a generous pour
of Jamesons
in a kitchen juice glass
Wednesday, June 12, 2019
monk strength
sure there's the resolve
of early morning sacred duties
prayers for each of you saints
then there's the raw rooted
knotted deep farmer strength
days and days
of raking, chopping, laying
up garden wall stones
yeah monk muscles
under these robes
of early morning sacred duties
prayers for each of you saints
then there's the raw rooted
knotted deep farmer strength
days and days
of raking, chopping, laying
up garden wall stones
yeah monk muscles
under these robes
Tuesday, June 4, 2019
a monk's heart
early morning bells
up quick
feet on the floor
like any zen monk or marine
prayers, scripture readings
"devos" we used to call 'em
basement workouts
sweat glistening on my shorn head
driveway hoops
whole pots of coffee
sitting or walking with my temple dogs
maybe just standing in the woods for a spell
strumming open chords,
cold beer
night time fires
Irish whiskey in a Scottish glass
moving through the Beatles catalogue
sometimes unbidden Johnny Cash tears
sure there's pills
tucked down deep in a bottom drawer
but I'm "doing the work"
serving
speaking life
hopefully being excellent to each other
complaining less
even (thoughtfully) not giving a fuck
anything really
to keep my heart above water
up quick
feet on the floor
like any zen monk or marine
prayers, scripture readings
"devos" we used to call 'em
basement workouts
sweat glistening on my shorn head
driveway hoops
whole pots of coffee
sitting or walking with my temple dogs
maybe just standing in the woods for a spell
strumming open chords,
cold beer
night time fires
Irish whiskey in a Scottish glass
moving through the Beatles catalogue
sometimes unbidden Johnny Cash tears
sure there's pills
tucked down deep in a bottom drawer
but I'm "doing the work"
serving
speaking life
hopefully being excellent to each other
complaining less
even (thoughtfully) not giving a fuck
anything really
to keep my heart above water
Friday, May 17, 2019
tight
things are getting tight
roads widen, ditches deepened
trees cleared for new houses...
...mansions in this case
fox has to wander up close
skirt the edge of the monastery yard
edging his way home
through the remnant woods
roads widen, ditches deepened
trees cleared for new houses...
...mansions in this case
fox has to wander up close
skirt the edge of the monastery yard
edging his way home
through the remnant woods
Wednesday, May 15, 2019
a lunch time script
monks gathered
under spring flower boughs
eating a light lunch
suddenly still
in a spell of time
chatter and discourse resumes
novice: "what was that?"
tired monk: "just an angel passing by"
n: "do you do the same with demons?"
tm: "nah...we ignore em...
drives em crazy."
the tired monk
under spring flower boughs
eating a light lunch
suddenly still
in a spell of time
chatter and discourse resumes
novice: "what was that?"
tired monk: "just an angel passing by"
n: "do you do the same with demons?"
tm: "nah...we ignore em...
drives em crazy."
the tired monk
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