Thursday, December 29, 2011

A palm frond thatched hut.
The sea wind in its fringed eaves
brings an inner ease.

Tuesday, December 27, 2011

blood-coloured tide -
summer rains have dyed the waves
with the iron cliff's oxides

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Veiled in Summer's haze,
immortal as Mount Meru
- towering clouds.

Sunday, September 25, 2011

Upon experiencing Self-realisation Wumen wrote the following enlightenment poem:

A thunderclap under the clear blue sky
All beings on earth open their eyes;
Everything under heaven bows together;
Mount Sumeru leaps up and dances.

Mount Sumeru is the central world mountain in Buddhism. This central axis is reflected in a human being as the Shushumna channel in the spine. The Kundalini energy leaps up the spine and dances on the crown of the head during Self-realisation.

Thursday, September 1, 2011

A kookaburra
on a turning clothes hoist -
I miss it vanish
Branches in earth
and roots in the quiet sky -
buds are opening
Crowned with fresh needles,
surpassing me in silence -
The great pine's stature.

Friday, August 26, 2011

Bright white cockatoo
like a flag on a bulwark
gainst the tide of night

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

The world is a mirror
in which the Self sees itself -
night brings gusts of rain.

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Ink-black winter storm,
creating its opposite,
whips the ocean white

Thursday, May 19, 2011

like a well-thumbed book
the gate opens easily
-the overgrown path

(after Borges)
Desirous of breathing
the fragrance of Truth's springtime
we welcome the Breeze.
Teakwood cupboard
Steeped in the deep night of jungles
- the goddess of sleep...

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

by a hidden path
in Autumn's forgiving sun
a rose opens

Sunday, April 10, 2011

a million hearts drum
for an elephant procession
- April clouds

Saturday, March 19, 2011

always looking at
future, past and present
the mind is blinded 

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

From distant hills
a grey but rainless sky stretches
to distant hills

(After Kafka)

Monday, March 7, 2011

laid down over ages
the strata of crisp-cut pages
-brand-new history book
Molten, the idol "I",
in the blue crucible
of the summer sky

Sunday, March 6, 2011

in the stillness
between two waves of the sea -
vilamba sandbar

(first two lines from TS ELiot)
A subtle anniversary -
this soul has completed 
an orbit of Self


Wednesday, February 16, 2011

girls' wear mannequin -
its hand-sewn sequin heart
speaks of sweatshops


Monday, January 31, 2011

In the courtyard 
of the temple of the sky
blooms a flower.

- Jeronimus, after Kabir

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

All that remains of
the infinite sea of night
are these words of ink

Jeronimus (inspired by a haiku by Jorge Luis Borges)
Rescued from the ferns
the grey watering can will rain
for the vanished clouds


Monday, January 17, 2011

The evening sky
is an old master painting
of a blue-ware bowl

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Like gold, this blue runs
molten in the crucible 
of the summer sky
Like Isis' sistrum
cicadas' summer shimmer
exorcises thought

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Kookaburras call
in jungles they've never seen,
thanks to Hollywood.