Saturday, June 11, 2016


I have become two doors opening
nearly touching


a farmer and a  monk
lie asleep within my heart.

















t e r r a q u e o u s

abandoned small desires
anko filled sweets
a chocolate
biscuits and
144 games
bhikku says as you seek they burn
as fire can earth, and water




Friday, June 3, 2016

water centuries (for the Shimogamo)

obsidian
lapping cerasite

a green separation

Tadasu no Mori
a forest too old to walk alone

aka-ishi

suiseki

with these I make the rivers

Kamo and Takano