Poem - on a martian autumn day / we will play cards

on a martian autumn day
we will play cards

and see how the garden
is doing the trees

imitating the waves of
amber from earth

we will talk about
how the travel has changed us

being reborn through
the long dark journey

before us we look
into the belts of jupiter

we look to the next
star with where to go



*

Poem - her name is kuntozangmo / the primeval mother

i met the source
of all time and space

her name is kuntozangmo
the primeval mother

she looked like pamela anderson
and

as she talked

her body would flow in and out
of her own mouth

she reclined on a nice couch
i sat by her

she smiled at me
with some fine wrinkles around her eyes

she showed me
how nothing external has any fixed characteristics

by demonstrating a host of objects
places and things dissolving and changing at great speed
in the sky above us like they were fireworks almost or splendid illusions

i said but people have fixed
characteristics

she said no they don't
even people have no fixed characteristics

she smiled sweetly
and i felt better


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for Jñana

Poem - how would i like it to be

we are not required to be kind
or be present to one another

there is no penalty
other than what i deny to you

will be scarcely
rendered to me when i ask

starvation is my curse
for not giving sustenance
when i had it

faithlessness is my lot
when i did not encourage
as others wavered

aimlessness is my path
when i decided to wait
on the way

inescapable fact
there was never a time
i could not give

it only takes effort
to love or hate

how would i like it to be



*

Poem - all i have to do / is to look for it

if my heart is as small
i will cry and i will lament

i will find things
causes and conditions

i have done this

i said i live in a ruin
or a joke or a void

i said tomorrow
will be a better day

when all true purity

is only in now
right now

i put my glasses on backwards
and decided i was broken

i did this to me

you have nothing
to do with it

*

i have the key
the solution

to leave misery

it is in my mind
it is in your
mind too

all i have to do
is to look for it

and not stop



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for e

Poem - i need a frame for your picture

i need a frame for your picture

the portrait it is here on the blanket

that covers part of my desk

red and white stripes 

a rustic fabric

like the zen you wore 

when i met you and had no idea

anything could ever 

separate us

*

For Tesdrup Tharchin

Poem - i face the ocean always on the ocean's terms

i face the ocean always on the ocean's terms
the sea's mood is automatically mine

standing on the sand at lowest tide
before whole day has arisen

looking back the beach rises sharply

i can see just the tops of the houses
mansion and structures the sea will erase

there is no staying here how hard
or for how long you swear you'd like



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Station 12
Sunset Beach
July 2015

Poem - by those liberated from fury

in deference if i meet you in a dream
i solemnly acknowledge you
awake i pretend i do not worry
or even think how precious you are

this is what i have been taught
by proper cowards

by those consumed by loss

*

change and the arising is constant
of a consciousness that challenges
the dread monotony of assumptions
where even selfish fear has no hold

this is what i have been taught
by proper teachers

by those liberated from fury




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July 14 2015