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


-Jeronimus

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

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

-Jeronimus

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

-Jeronimus

Monday, January 17, 2011

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

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

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



Tuesday, January 4, 2011

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

-Jeronimus