disciple myself
work on wooden mind
sweep clean
everyday.

- 6.80 dhammapada

i had a dream i was bleeding again
you wrapped your arms around me
said
"let it go"

thought
arms, yes
i see
you want to be near me
not
let
go

so
understood
the blood and tides leave without us
we're
still
together.

Butsudan salon,
Kamidana kitchen,
Inari shrine,

all swept clean,


worn but loved,
still here, old and strong as,

walking after onzen,
the clan elderly.

An old man pushes family trash
in a wheelbarrow,
the debris of generations.

Weedless garden plots assure
stooping stays in the slim old bone.

Graceful age
in this tidy place.

Yet just outside

monsters of chaos.

episode

lost!

bicycle tire
small fox shiba
(satsuma sweet)

chocolate!

two languages
three continents
one quality -

k i n d n e s s.

kitsune

broken tailed!
All night
I heard the breaking of white porcelain.

This morning,
I walked to the beach and swept clean the shrine path.

the storm rose up after midnight
an eye of quiet at ten
then

storm again in dream

my wrong behavior
using water in someone else's house
a shower
refusing to accept
anger
to fully apologise
this queasy whine of guilt
this uneasy lie to oneself


don't appropriate what is not yours
even if you have need of it 

scattered rice hulls
on fresh earth row
last heat
first
blood
moon

w i n g

What comes into this house alive

and green

"turtle-winged "  
soft as hazy stars?

- On the Morning of Christ's Nativity Compos'd 1629, verse III, John Milton
                                            (typhoon forecast)

w i n g

w i n g s

名残 (relic)

cleaning someone’s house

closets full of things

a restaurant of dishes

a nursery of linens

some anomalies -

lids without pots

what does one's welfare consist of?

full moon

before six the sun
after six the moon

one
rounded

message

kogane-gumo

you in my bag
you in my heart

monk's wife
worries

a sweet chestnut cake