the earth will have taught me
rain and birdsongs
speak out move on
honesty at the roadside
escapees of a perished garden
freed of shoes he slumps
around a full cup
a basket of warm scones
prancing leaping farting about
on Summer-hardened feet
I lean half a branch
into the walled pond
a way out for the frogs
alone at the waterfall
with Buddha and the midges
today the sun shines
in vague patches
why long for clarity
on my glowing screen saver
pink lotuses bloom
reading a hate note
while the cat sniffs my porridge
her soft fluffy tail
and if you want him to
he will shut up at once
wearing flowers in its hair
the mountain
slowly crumbles
minutes........agendas
I doodle wild trees
dipper, stone wall, cumulus clouds
reading Monet
I see light
beak to the sky
crow swallows water slime
using Ken Wilber
for a zafu
trying to empty the mind
below the lifted stone
a worm half frozen
hoarfrost
on withered bracken
sparkles
a correspondence renga written from 22.05.09 to 12.02.10
participants:
Bhikkhu Abhinando
Graham Brown
Willa Thaniya Reid
Ajahn Sucitto