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Author of Gathered Rain, and Between the Hours, which can be found on Amazon. Read more on my sites,, or


The wind drops, but the flowers still fall; A bird sings, and the mountain holds                yet more mystery. -Zenrinkushu (tr. R. H. Blyth)

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Life is like a sword that wounds, but cannot wound itself;Like an eye that sees, but cannot see itself. -Zenrinkushu (tr. R. H. Blyth)

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When spring comes, many visitors enjoy    themselves at the temple;When the flowers fall, only the monk who    shuts the gate is left. -anon (tr. R. H. Blyth)

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Letting Go

The skies seen in the dawn of spring,    Seen with the moon of autumn, —Were they real? Were they a dream?    Namuamida butsu! -Sonojo (Deathverse), (tr. R. H. Blyth)

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    Yield to the willowAll the loathing, all the desire    Of your heart. -Basho (tr. R. Blyth)

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A Flower

    A flower of the camellia-tree fell,    spilling its water. -Basho (tr. R. Blyth) I’m going to be putting up some favorite poems from haiku poets and zen poets over the next week or so. These are such wonderful poems, both beautiful … Continue reading

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Happy Prints, by Robbie

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Robbie’s Day

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From this Ruin

Maybe what I didn’t know all along this path was that all my heart’s feeling was nourishment, like rain water filling the roses. I thought it was a fire in a tinder dry wood, a hail of flaming comets at … Continue reading

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Ibn Arabi’s Nazim

Epilogue He: She wasmysteriously veiledShe wasthe magnet for my eyesShe wasa womanandthe magnet for my soul She: I wasmysteriously calledI wasthe space where his eyes learned to seeI wasa woman. … All paths are circular … Ibn ‘Arabī

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The Cat’s Comfy Corner

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A Day in Her Company

Kevin Trammel · A Day In Her Company Duet (Clarinet & Bass)

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Yeats Via Kilmer

“I think it was Yeats who said… You see a tree, and you observe a truth about the tree. And you’re hit with it. The magic of the tree. It’s a spiritual thing. Beyond the physical life form of the … Continue reading

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The One Who Carries the Knife

“God guard me from those thoughts men think in the mind alone.” -William Butler Yeats

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Water with Friends

With Tu Fu and Li Bai I drinkthis wayside rock-spring luminous watermissing not at allthe wine we sharedat the Temple Mount Tavernjust the night before. The belly-deep laughter it bringsrises even more easilyand cleans away the heavy airthat clings from … Continue reading

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Late at Night

The swirl of wind relenting; the turn of water descending;the slow winding down         of the cat into sleep.

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It seems to me from years of gracethat the best poems come out of the night.They softly, swiftly descendon wafting leaves with starlight glistening.They never guess nor ever look back.They mince no words and pour imagesthat tingle in the heart … Continue reading

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Love’s Stride

Life is sacred and holy.Life is free and lovely,free as the summer breezethat turns silver in the trees;lovely as my sweet bellebent over the brimming welland beaming surprised when I from behindreach ’round to make her mine. How sweet the … Continue reading

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Robert Frost’s Alchemy

He came from the orchard with something new —fruits of unseen forms, containingrhythms before undanced, rhymes ’til then unsaid,born forth in a long meter indulging its labors,like a man with a load going uphilland coming back down again just for … Continue reading

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The cat while hunting pausesand lifts his nose to tastethe nectar of morning.He softly blinks his amber eyesfrom the pleasure of the kissof dew scented air. -Kevin Trammel

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