awakening

the void coats the shaman,

standing there,

straddling two worlds.

there is no unnecessary movement

but breath,

and it is even.

the dawn of light

wakes in ink

and visual pathways,

full of irradiation and effulgence,

gyrate with subtle incandescence.

there is only one action - 

to plunge within,

as orion half rises into consciousness

above the darkened tree line of memory. 

Zen

Giant Buddha, Kamakura, Japan, cast 1252 C.E., November 2010

drinking sencha,

i observe slurps

and smacks

as men consume

sustenance with sticks.

the cadence intensifies -
click, clank, tink!
japanese singing soup bowls
surround me,
deftly played by musicians
who signal
finality with 
one
loud
orchestrated 
belch.

copyright November 2010 

Out Trekking

Apologies for the lack of blog posts the past few weeks. 
I've been out walking in the world, losing myself in woods and other wild places, 
but I'll return soon with fresh thoughts and words. 

Until the next, may your own wanderings and journeys be restorative.