2021
Poems of Death and Rebirth
“The hummingbirds play
And chase each other; are they
Conscious of their lives?
”
“Death be not proud.
Pride is just a statement of Self, of ego.
So stay in the present moment and just breathe while you can.”
“How precious the rock
that broke my stain glass cathedral
and let in the sky.”
“so many people
trying to say something (writing nothing, nothing, nothing)
trying to say something
for which there are no words”
“The old teacher enjoyed his 500 lifetimes as a fox, then he was done with foxhood.
What an adventure!”
“As I lay dying, I thought . . .
There is nothing I never said that ever really mattered
There isn’t enough time,
There is too much time,
There was that time,
It’s about time,
This is a complete waste of time
Any part of life spent off of the path is a complete waste of time.
”
“Was I ever really present? Maybe she won’t even notice when I’m gone”
“You stay. I go.
What remains?”
“The river flowing
Over and around obstacles
Sometimes flooding the banks
Until joining the sea
Skiing under a full moon
Through light and shadow
Exhilaration
Peace
Acceptance”
“ire burns the mountainside.
Smoke chokes the air.
The moon is blood orange.
The rain floods the creek.
And the lupine blooms.
”