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One Hundred And Seventy Nine
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now sometimes i feel i am a marvelous child all is possible
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×old tree my guru i see i am what you are we are this moment
now sometimes i feel i am a marvelous child all is possible
upon each footfall again heard felt forgotten no further, arrived
the anesthetist speaks each step to be taken surrender to peace
returning to bed i look at thoughts like sounds pass then time falls gently
beautiful people walking smiling energy my restoration
my cat knows me well stares into eyes and hugs arm what comfort for us
just now was thinking that all thought is imagined that one, this one, too
without a care now i forget to remember what has bothered me
an anesthetist administers nothing known now waking again
this close eyed world here all sounds and feeling present summer heat gentle
seeking inner road through winding passage of past discovered nothing
many words cast spells agitate charm the body then gone before seen
body quiet rest mind settles and loses self borders open too
all sound surrounds me spatial decay birth passing all is harmony
with a silent mind all is unfolding with grace effortless present
old tree my guru imperturbable presence feelings and whispers
the calendar turns another other something better unknowing
now, what to do next perhaps wait and see what comes is it always this?
inner voice whispers sounds like spoken outer voice which i never hear
did someone speak now i do not know them one bit yet they speak to me
imagining past all seems open to render new old memory
mind in time somewhere here there before to come now body tingles thought
walking without goal world reveals infinite grace and offers its hand
silent sun warms me arms and face turned reverie what gentle pleasures
a known boundary between my words and your words cannot be found here
on waking from sleep world's barely formed potential now all wakes with me
old tree my guru winks gentle encouragements ever silent source
this silent world full sound smell endearing rapture all rising in air
a thousand worlds rise each briefly held and then lost drifting through days past
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tabula rasa but free from even this thought still heart clear view free
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i ask who am i process form thing or no thing no answer heard here
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the warm wind rushing no centre no boundary passed nothing but this
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old tree my guru you will outlast the long day in this your repose
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a simple plan here is to have no plan at all all unfolds to plan
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tasting symphony resolving an inversion in this sweet moment
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is who hears this sound the same as who thinks these thoughts always here silent
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held softly by light remembering all that passed gratitude fills me
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old tree my guru in this silent communion listen to my heart
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a divine voice sings then rendered in bits and bytes reconstituted
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the divine wind blows the mind and senses gentle peace beyond knowing
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all worldly things here are imaginings in space no form need apply
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take a moment please to pause and listen and breathe all is now well here
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this light is dancing upon brief reflected time gone but never gone
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pointing beyond words are the very words themselves many handsome clothes
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forgot what you said and then forgot what i said laughter forgetting
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cat leaps in cold air what can't be known is for what he will not tell me
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no hidden rooms here nothing ever off limits I thought otherwise
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old tree my guru not known by thought or concept always heard by heart
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listen to silence all is still and rested here reborn unbounded
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a woman throws stick at silent bird in water anger at the world
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some thing is not this this is not the thing itself this is every thing
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what do I say now something I have said before the ritual turns
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meeting an old friend music is made from silence returns there when done
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old tree my guru your teaching is standing still still is all we need
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an imposed order forgotten impulse to act just let it happen
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Each week a new haiku will be offered to presence.
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i bring nothing here i will take nothing from here i need nothing here
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these everyday words do swarm and evaporate water disappears
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what is done here now is now gone when remembered what becomes of it
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music always felt not heard or played by muscle my body tingles
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purposeless man walks I can tell he is thinking what he should do next
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faster to nowhere yet so much agitation to be somewhere now
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Old tree my guru but they said you were too old I still think of you
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To plan gentle day will matter little to me happens anyway
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When playing these notes it seems like saying too much all already done
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Little remembered but thankfully not noticed breath comes easily
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The wild stone fountain water bursts from nowhere known and then returns there
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Park bench midday sun faces i will not recall rush passed to somewhere
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who is listening? the same one that is seeing? that same one is you
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eating when hungry special delight simply known belly filled body
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where is the other? other was me all along there is nothing found
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once another time where fierce potential was played now no remains found
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gentle winter light colours walls softly held here pastel thoughts pass by
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reading yet feeling these are not words but spirits swirling passed waving
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words point what point this the rising and falling tide hard to remember
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this fresh cut park lawn fills air with gentle incense asks for nothing back
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now time to plan time but where is its hiding place perhaps nowhere known
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look to seek nothing everything here already knows of you so well
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who can take credit the ledger is never found forget balancing
attention tension relax you never existed buried sensation
hot jazz night paris under rue de rivoli now notes and silence
playing this music the eternal past returns fresh as morning wind
sitting with blank mind but even this says too much nothing need be said
was there ever this memory somewhere other but must be known here
this empty street sun gently september's children count and then forget
Each week a new haiku will be offered to presence.
no need to be right the left feels just as perfect centre is empty
What are these sounds for you wish to make words from them no need they are whole
walking the world moves the eye stills but the world moves nothing need be done
Each week a new haiku will be offered to presence.
the space between things an unseen glue without seams not really there
seems no body known here no mind is known either this clear mystery
man wants more chicken on salad he claims lacks meat chicken has no say
this invitation to be quiet and still now is here made again
here or there or where personal impersonal figuring border
striving for something the feeling will be known now whether found or not
some leave traces here like lost tracks in still water remain in wonder
sparkling sun shower falling on naked spirit clothed with thought's patina
old tree my guru leaves left leaves nothing winter forever here now
want this but not that then that but not this again such effort in waste
which wild world lives here cellular constellations turtles all the way
sun's so present heat birds falling about themselves celebrate normal
a small word rises describes abides fades gone now returns changed but known
memory is new every time I find it here so no memory
nothing wanted here nothing needs nothing missing everything is found
curious cat here world alive with interest now asleep again
Each week a new haiku will be offered to presence. In the tradition of sacred minimalism, the reading is held by a musical score with a duration of a single minute.
be care filled always careful of thought speech action then ease of others
strange opinions here but very normal to you light matters let go
Each week a new haiku will be offered to presence. In the tradition of sacred minimalism, the reading is held by a musical score with a duration of a single minute.
coffee elevates everything seems possible but just the good stuff
words heard incomplete conext missing so inferred another meaning
sensible thinking plain speaking sometimes less now hearing always on
not much coherence better soon change the story or best no story
water restrictions brought by restricting agents who seem abundant
the park shouts abuse walk clear of threat boundary sun shade sound silence
forgotten most things will soon forget this thing, too no matter lives here
Each week a new haiku will be offered to presence. In the tradition of sacred minimalism, the reading is held by a musical score with a duration of a single minute. All forms resolve to silence.
this art thing excites happy anticipations never realised
worldly myth of ease need lots of stuff to get there never have it all
old tree my guru seems never perturbed by me always offers grace
birds stirring in trees pudding or cake, anyone? or so they offered
all this potential none of it realised here thank goodness for that
remembered something that didn't happen that way happened anyway
middling applause here for acrobatics best left in the dressing room
sometimes words capture holding hostage emotion dancing pretty dumb
it seems still sometimes compared to other things here who are seen silent
attention wanders now there seems interesting not quite what I thought
my worldly matters ultimately small matter relatively too
wild currents swirl surge spill over break banks wet feet not certain of source
do you think or feel things are the same as before or not things at all
social ritual careful contours held tightly now, begin again
time to stop planning almost planning to someday waiting to see when
desire aversion one follows the other's lead now imagine that
am thinking now how did the last thing happen thought doesn't tell me
many words matter yet matter is elusive peeking from corners
catch slippery eel without really trying trying scares us
old tree my guru leaves barest attention bare leaves nothing left breath
are you enjoying or not, anything at all may be being now
imagining this not unlike when it happens not like it either
blank content, content form seems somehow some how, gone words point here, hear, now
now never, now when always then when known by thought who can know thought
every day waiter brings coffee, sings, loudly moves world bows silent grace
to allow all things to be just as they are now is your only task
do you need that thing? or is it that thing's promise singing siren song
remembering what seems more like imagining where is time hiding?
I wonder often what wind may look like if seen a ghostly trick played
why are you the same when nothing seems as it was yet nothing changes.
please, when you return try to forget to ask where we both may have been.
my cat isn't mine doesn't mind, doesn't know this always reminds me
most everything is an acquired taste lost somewhere but remembered too
heat talk steam rises weather remains unperturbed world content to sit
Once Andrew Duffield coveted, or scorned, my keyboards doubt he remembers
now, why be famous the admired profit little from admiration
inscrutable form some small things confound today nice not to worry
My story not mine your story not mine either No story at all
Notes and silence known binary, no unity Borderless being
if when, i am this or that, then perhaps i'm indeterminate
Sunday heat balm here a restful dark and light day All busy doing nothing
Mount Tamalpais mystery cloud calls mind outside Remembering Watts
Words are spells, cast felt like sun and wind pressing Careful care always
Was walking, now not mind talking, now not .... again What is doing this?
Where appears next thought or when, perhaps, or how, then Cloud weary wind blown
Dream sometimes of you Winter beach stills breath in air All imagined always so
Hear sound made here now not by me, it appears, form Not by you either
Resting heart empty head gentle summer heat stretch Mind yearns no more thought
Watching void watching A wind from mountain falls gently Silence fills sound here
Untroubled by threat imagined just as before Strange habit carried
Interesting form I like the sound of this one this one, not so much
Day to day to day so many thoughts in a day Time to see time, where?
Some walking or queen perhaps now prince or poor pear None spoiled by the sun
Sign on walking path Beware bee activity be where active me
Each week a new haiku will be offered to presence. In the tradition of sacred minimalism, the reading is held by a musical score with a duration of a single minute. All forms resolve to silence.
Walking wind on face hidden seeing, felt and heard What's not to like here
Knowledge knowing not are all certainties like this known until forgot
Big man big woman why the need to be compared Who judges but me
Notice this here please not that not this something here I thought no thought comes
Can't find what is mine if you can, what do you find Same as always here
Something from nothing Wind doesn't ask permission who is there to ask
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