curving in on curve
curve fold origami fold
palest buttercream
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Blue Agave
This is what is possible with the "hopelessly inadequate" iPhone camera. I think it's beautiful.
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Friday, May 29, 2009
1130 Miles: X7: Empty
spending time
with monks in silence
exquisite
holiday
no phones
no conversation
nothing
to do
except be
today’s expanse of floor
bare walls
furnishing
absent
noise gone
the space of silence
the opening
of time
with monks in silence
exquisite
holiday
no phones
no conversation
nothing
to do
except be
today’s expanse of floor
bare walls
furnishing
absent
noise gone
the space of silence
the opening
of time
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
May Be
late Spring evening
bright and crisp like peppermint
water-filled leaves
uncertain weather dark
or not moon or no moon
stars touching or flying faster than
time's longest day
which is coming swiftly
or
not
bright and crisp like peppermint
water-filled leaves
uncertain weather dark
or not moon or no moon
stars touching or flying faster than
time's longest day
which is coming swiftly
or
not
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Monday, May 25, 2009
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Memorial
quickly night, too, is passing
like a memory of a dream
within a dream
its trace light
as the petal's edge
or the scent of
paper roses
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Repetition
when the light fades
the light fades behind fog
fog takes the blue
and wrings out the sky
the blue fades behind mist
when the mist fades
the light glows
on the golden
rose
the light fades behind fog
fog takes the blue
and wrings out the sky
the blue fades behind mist
when the mist fades
the light glows
on the golden
rose
Friday, May 22, 2009
1130 miles: Day 6: Breathing Room
Finding space and time
which is always spacious when
there is enough it is always
difficult to find or to see that
the space left in the cup
has meaning leaving
as it does
room
to catch
my
breath
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Monday, May 18, 2009
Shed
light wears the surface
rough like diamonds
or ice cubes down my throat
a knife that melts
a place to hide
rough like diamonds
or ice cubes down my throat
a knife that melts
a place to hide
Sunday, May 17, 2009
The Audacity Of Humility
In this world of competing claims about what is right and what is true, have confidence in the values with which you’ve been raised and educated. Be unafraid to speak your mind when those values are at stake. Hold firm to your faith and allow it to guide you on your journey. Stand as a lighthouse. But remember too that the ultimate irony of faith is that it necessarily admits doubt. It is the belief in things not seen. It is beyond our capacity as human beings to know with certainty what God has planned for us or what He asks of us, and those of us who believe must trust that His wisdom is greater than our own.
This doubt should not push us away from our faith. But it should humble us. It should temper our passions, and cause us to be wary of self-righteousness. It should compel us to remain open, and curious, and eager to continue the moral and spiritual debate that began for so many of you within the walls of Notre Dame. And within our vast democracy, this doubt should remind us to persuade through reason, through an appeal whenever we can to universal rather than parochial principles, and most of all through an abiding example of good works, charity, kindness, and service that moves hearts and minds.
For if there is one law that we can be most certain of, it is the law that binds people of all faiths and no faith together. It is no coincidence that it exists in Christianity and Judaism; in Islam and Hinduism; in Buddhism and humanism. It is, of course, the Golden Rule - the call to treat one another as we wish to be treated. The call to love. To serve. To do what we can to make a difference in the lives of those with whom we share the same brief moment on this Earth.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Friday, May 15, 2009
Mt. Diablo.
this mountain which on mostdays I ignore
because it is round and soft
to my eyes raised
on the crags and rough
beauty of the Sandia
which are either red or blue
and if the rains come
green
while Mt. Diablo is
gold and yellow
orange and the leathery
green of oak
leaves
tamed
and small
in my mind
11130 Miles: 5th Day: White
on waking no thing
caught my eye
and mind asked tumblers
or brushes
the morning news
later paper bag with iris
or traffic on Mt. Diablo
or later still Mt. Fugi and Mt. Diablo
juxtaposed
moment after asking and thinking
of you
finally hurrying into the store
white
tulips and daisies
to rush the beauty
and bring it to you
caught my eye
and mind asked tumblers
or brushes
the morning news
later paper bag with iris
or traffic on Mt. Diablo
or later still Mt. Fugi and Mt. Diablo
juxtaposed
moment after asking and thinking
of you
finally hurrying into the store
white
tulips and daisies
to rush the beauty
and bring it to you
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Paper
writing no longer
requires paper and pen
binary numbers
or like Bloom in Dublin
yes or no or yes
yes
yes
requires paper and pen
binary numbers
or like Bloom in Dublin
yes or no or yes
yes
yes
Monday, May 11, 2009
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Saturday, May 09, 2009
Haiga
In the midst of dark
light persists a flicker of
light persists wholly
wholly holy light
and dark persists
in the midst of light
dark and light persisting
dark and
persisting
light
light persists a flicker of
light persists wholly
wholly holy light
and dark persists
in the midst of light
dark and light persisting
dark and
persisting
light
Friday, May 08, 2009
1130 Miles: Fourth Day: The Morning Rose
the morning rose
still shaded from the sun
bends on the stem
heavy with petals
fragrance
the weight of last night's dew
facing West
I bow as if to kiss
its hem
still shaded from the sun
bends on the stem
heavy with petals
fragrance
the weight of last night's dew
facing West
I bow as if to kiss
its hem
Thursday, May 07, 2009
Flower Cart
walking up and down
College Ave. flowers glowing
fragrant moist and clear
tasting the coffee
and the cinnamon twist
in sweet memory
College Ave. flowers glowing
fragrant moist and clear
tasting the coffee
and the cinnamon twist
in sweet memory
Wednesday, May 06, 2009
Tuesday, May 05, 2009
Monday, May 04, 2009
Sunday, May 03, 2009
Saturday, May 02, 2009
Friday, May 01, 2009
Tidy
I've spent some quality time dusting and polishing and vacuuming the living room. I've also removed some art pieces and brought different pieces in. I'm puzzling over where to hang the Curtis photogravures: it's a high quality problem.
First Glance
opening my eyes
the painting tilted by my head
on the pillow
the sweet scene of child and
madonna
the painting tilted by my head
on the pillow
the sweet scene of child and
madonna
11130 Miles: 3d Day
this bowl of roses
picked yesterday
lush and full
they are called "old-fashioned"
I will dress myself in petals
wear my hair pinned up
be generous and good
and be "old-fashioned,"too
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