Small Talk 1 – Babel
Short Story You want another coffee? Yes. Two more coffees then please. Make mine long. Mine too. So two long? Americanos? No, not that long. Two regular long? Yes. What was I saying, ah...
Tagged: meditation
Mindfulness
Poem Emotions pouring like honey I breathe I breathe in the sunshine I breathe in the moon light I breathe the fresh air blowing across the bright light Radiating positivism, irradiating lies ....
Morning Prayer
Haibun Robins, sparrows, and cardinal songs through an open window. Bacon sizzling from the kitchen. The flickering tongue of an indifferent Senhora da Fatima Candle in a drape-rustling breeze. Seated on the zafu, legs...
Levitate At Night
Poem Feeling washed up, waking up to another dark day. Bright nights still playing in my heart and I can’t shake the feeling that I’m not the same upstart to partake in rough parks,...
Atop the Monolith Lives the Enlightened One
Short Story The legends say atop the monolith lives the enlightened one. All-knowing, he need not leave his temple above the cliffs. We all knew this story before we could swim. I sat on...
A Tumultuous Zazen
Haibun Coldplay’s “the Scientist” plays. Dreamlike imagery arises: a woman handing out cuvards; a drop of Jesus’ blood. Always returning to “wind.” Breathing The bell gongs. I can’t stand up as the others rise...
First Dokusan
Haibun Poem I step from behind the screen. Sari sits lotus on the zafu atop a large zabuton. A second zafu lies before her. Bowing, I enter. Bow to her. Sit. She smiles....
Breaking Through
Haibun Poem Tuesday evening zazen — not an “ease in” sore thighs and forearms burning, mid-spine vertebra numb legs all troubling thoughts from this morning so much crumbled dust no fresher feeling than recovery...
Last Laugh
Haibun Poem Sitting on a rock, cross-legged, I pretend to meditate. My eyes half-closed, hands on my knees fingers up, I keep repeating “ommm.” Even when he’s so far up the trail, I...
