All things come to an end. I have been posting a poem almost everyday (very almost) for several years. Now, is the time to create something new. I have used up my space and can no longer post my pictures. So, I will create another blog…. when I have the time. Next week, I will travel to South Korea for three weeks. I am so grateful for all your kind words over the years. I wish you all happiness in your lives. Here is the last poem on this blog 🙏

I travel every day

My big feet.
My big heart.
Where will they
take me next?
If I ignore and
forgive my past.
And pretend to be
deaf to my chattering mind.
The next journey,
and all subsequent journeys.
Become clear.
Find peaceful friends.
Don’t speak ugly words.
Have empathy with the
life of all sentient beings.
Then everything is easy
to understand.

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I was asked today;
“Do you believe in Buddha?”

What is belief?
What is Buddha?
It is just this.
It is what is right.
It is what is wrong.
It is enshrined within me.
Within all of us.
You don’t need belief,
or Buddha to know
the right path.
If you need
more information.
It is just this.

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If I should die.
Let it be in the autumn.
So I can see the leaves fall.
And hear your voice,
one more time.
It will calm my soul
on the final journey.
And calm my mind.
Beyond thinking –
beyond speaking.
An endless moment
to see me through.

Speaking of the future.
Some talk of desire,
and deeper desire.
Flowing all around.
Until the core is softly rotten.
I talk of seeing the
whole of the sun rising.
And seeing the whole
of the sun setting.
Life is like that.

I will break the strength
of these long winter days.
Not by force.
But by drawing out the
words from her beautiful spirit.
And storing them
until my love returns.
Then, my spring quilt
will keep me warm.

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​Sounds from the streets.
​Sunlight dancing on the lake.
​From my slumber.
​Life wakes up again.

Enough coffee in my bag
to keep me company.
No signs to follow
that show the way.
Knowing that frosts
come down from time to time.
Listening to the
night rain on my window.
Still able to mend my torn clothes.
Writing my poems despite
the affairs of the world.
A Chinese beauty
who calls me her friend.
What else do I need?
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​Winter has come to the city.
Nobody comes there
for pleasure now.
So, where shall we find pleasure ?
At my window.
Walking the streets.
Talking with a jade beauty.
Drinking a cup of coffee.
I do not need to be woken up
when spring comes.
I am already awake
and full of the pleasures of life.

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Winter sunlight,
a jade beauty sings.
The poet smiles.
A friendship.
A path.
Sometimes you
are my refuge.
Sometimes,
I want to protect
your heart from the cold.
Of all things.
A thousand sutras
are distilled in
each moment we have.

Cycles.
Like those masks of self-hate.
That set a tempo for life to come.
How to break them?
Insight, let it go bare.
Afterall, no words implicate a truth.
Dogma, faith, belief.
Don’t always listen to the mind.
It can be a joker.
Then extinguish craving.
To release all the answers.
And see there are no answers.
Just another place.
Another time.

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