sesshin ends

windows shut
curtains drawn

from the paddies
sunlight pouring in

screeching of cicadas
pouring in

no one inside
no one
outside

left the dweller
nowhere a dwelling

in praise

in waves

golden

to no end

pouring in

7 november 2016, ubud

heavy
with morning rain
rice ears
bend over soil

blade soon shall
run to your arms

that you will perish
and have life eternal

glimpses of grace
you are

life
without inside
outside

full

29 october 2016, ubud

tidal

waves
are dreaming up the sea
we are alive

they are what is inside
they are outside
you are nowhere
it is nameless

timeless
shadows walk your floor
stepping in and out of wrecks

you are now a question
are you inside or outside
your skin

where is the sky
where the wind
there is movement
we are

your skin is of water
shafts of light
break through you

far end of bay
glittering rooftops
dispel the haze

this pounding shore
is mind

you are nowhere

uluwatu, 3 october 2016

we are

the exile passed on to you
is exile you can't
refuse yourself

white of distances
is true

you shine
stars of never
you heal

we are

crossroad
here
the severed in you
in me
finds kinship
in muteness

it sooths
for salt always
remembers

sea words adrift

storms
in abundance

we are

28 august, nha trang

the chorus 
you came here to join

in stark darkness

is still unknown to you

sockets start to bloom

it’s the sentence of spring

white immeasurable

spreading everywhere
an opening tone

you can forget 
the time it takes

time to be a tree

there never stood a wall

to shield the hour

you came to join 

because of the twilight

unknown to you

same poem we start

over and again

same 

the hand writing

effacing it

enough pain inside

perhaps

for wind to deliver

all along drifting

with this snow

memories of  indigo

wherein 

we are buried

allouville-bellefosse, 1996

what we are

doors can move
change chambers

the door in the room
moves to and fro

the wooden door is part of the wind
a part eyes cannot meet
leaves appearance behind

tree-tops and branches
belong to the wind

not a world that vegetates
belong to a world of hands
outstretched
invisible

things here are movement
roots of desire carved out of air

to translate absence into music
for those who cannot listen

no one to listen
to look through the glass
as we fall

rise and fall
through shadeless speech


ubud, 29 april 2016

shun ya ta

across winter plains
distances disguised
in city lights
scintilate
in darkness

mel
bourne
mirage
aflare

grass and yew trees
where moist is deep
eucalyptuses too
enter a gate where
maples and oaks
fade away in silence

remembering
forgetting
are one

one
to be
with dwarf stars
unborn spaces

gisborne, 30 may 2016