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Swung from the toes out, Belly-breath riding on the knuckle… The ten-pound maul lifts up, Sails in an arc overhead, And then lifts you!
One granite ridge A tree, would be enough Or even a rock, a small creek, A bark shred in a pool. Hill beyond hill, folded and twist…
Clearing the mind and sliding in to that created space, a web of waters steaming over rock… air misty but not raining, seeing this land from a boat on a…
Beat-up datsun idling in the road shreds of fog almost-vertical hillsides drop awa… huge stumps fading into mist soft warm rain
Standing at the baggage passing ti… Austin Texas airport—my ride hasn… My former wife is making websites… one son’s seldom seen, the other one and his wife have a…
the Great Sun Buddha in this corner of the Infinite Void gave a Discourse to all the assembled elements and energies: to the standing beings, the walking beings, the flying beings, and ...
Izanami gave birth to rocks, trees, rivers… and last, a blazing child so burned she died. In the land of darkness
Ah to be alive on a mid-September morn fording a stream barefoot, pants rolled up, holding boots, pack on,
Washing Kai in the sauna, The kerosene lantern set on a box outside the ground-level window, Lights up the edge of the iron sto… washtub down on the slab
Owl calls, pollen dust blows Swirl of light strokes writhing knot-tying light paths,
One afternoon the last week in Ap… Showing Kai how to throw a hatche… One-half turn and it sticks in a s… He recalls the hatchet-head Without a handle, in the shop
O Wave God who broke through… Sea Bream massive pink and silver cool swimming down with me watchin… staying away from the spear
It comes blundering over the Boulders at night, it stays Frightened outside the Range of my campfire I go to meet it at the
He had driven half the night From far down San Joaquin Through Mariposa, up the Dangerous Mountain roads, And pulled in at eight a.m.
All this new stuff goes on top turn it over, turn it over wait and water down from the dark bottom turn it inside out