Saturday, December 5, 2009


The sound of distant thunder -
Personhood expands to fill all space.
Sudden, brilliant, as the lightning bolt.

All night, drop by drop,
the owl's incessant question.
The mind overflows with it.


Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Like the shimmering sound of
shell beaches sifted by summer waves
- a sea breeze in the leaves.


Thursday, November 5, 2009

A reverse universe:
blue clouds in a white sky -
jacaranda trees, overcast day


The jacaranda is a tree with blue to purple-blue blossoms, native to Central and South America.

Friday, October 23, 2009

A great river flows,
irrigating the senses
through a few simple lines.


Friday, September 11, 2009

thriving in deep shade,
cliveas make their own suns
of bright, warm orange


Tuesday, September 8, 2009

green like copper domes,
tenacious to the hot-plate slate -
lichen on the summer roof


Tuesday, September 1, 2009


Don't look for images in clouds -
Not even the faces of the gods.
Their glory lies in formlessness


Friday, July 31, 2009

Winter Almost Over

Spring in the step of shoppers.
Cloud cows browse the blue above.
Many forms, one purity.


Wednesday, July 29, 2009


Inishie mo
Ima mo kawaranu
Yo no naka ni
Kokoro no tane wo
Nokosu koto no ha

In this world that remains,
Past and present
I leave these words:
Seeds of my spirit.

Upon receiving this poem, Emperor Goyozei ordered an end to the siege of the castle
in which Fujitaka expected to be killed.
The pen was proved mightier than the sword.
This is not a haiku.

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

As I dried my sleeves,
drenched with chrysanthemum dew,
did an age slip by?

Jeronimus, after the ancient Japanese poet Sosei Hoshi

Saturday, July 11, 2009

a moment,
the waves show
the water beneath

the butterflies'

after graduation -
dreams of cotton in the wind

opening the door
to sweep the dirt out -
heavy summer rain


Friday, July 10, 2009


A recent painting, acrylic on canvas, 12 x 12 inches.
Blue clouds, brains of rain,
'vessels of water', in Greek.
What angel arranged hydrangeas?
- Jeronimus

Thursday, July 2, 2009

Pine trunks creak in the breeze,
as if an old chest had closed
- winter afternoon


Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Clouds on the horizon
bleached by marine distance -
as old as driftwood


Tuesday, June 16, 2009

no more
-birds singing on
every tree

To the vain, it's grey.
To a weeder, it's green
- time has many hues.


Thursday, June 11, 2009

After rising
I wash my eyes in the sky
-a blue ablution


Thursday, June 4, 2009

No stone can shatter,
no dust can gather on
the mirror of the lake

Jeronimus (after Thoreau)
After days of rain
no other reality
exists but green


Tuesday, June 2, 2009

The Sport

White camellia -
its inner child has spattered
one petal with red

- Jeromimus
Note: A 'sport' is a flower that has an unusual colour variation.

Saturday, May 30, 2009


Do not seek to follow
in the footsteps of the men of old;
seek what they sought.

An autumn night...
don't think your life,
didn't matter.

There is nothing you can see that is not a flower;
there is nothing you can think that is not the moon.
Twilight is silent
behind the raucousness of
the cockatoo flock.

Friday, May 29, 2009


back to sleep
at dawn -
outside, the birds
only know the morning


spring in Seattle -
the white side of leaves
showing in the wind

Uejima Onitsura 1660-1738

To finally know the plum,
use the whole heart too,
and your own nose

A voiceless flower
speaks to the obedient
in-listening ear

Silent the garden
where the camellia-tree
opens its whiteness
the water fountain
has ceased -
autumn leaves rustle above

before leaving
to teach,
the rain begins

amongst pine trees,
a metal pole
is slanted


Winter Haiku

Denuded branches -
roots seeking the sustenance
of the quiet sky.

Saturday, February 21, 2009


on the rain-washed roof -
prayer wheels to an unknown god
- ventilators spin