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Author: Primitive Joe

Challenging backpacking trips, zazen, contemplating the lens through which I view the world, and a love of discovering new things drive my appreciation for this place we live.
Brave intimacy
Everyday Zen, Wilderness Poetry

Brave intimacy

Looking up aheadListening to the mountainSeeing the valley of love Walking deep withinThe mountain of this momentThe valley of brave … Continue reading Brave intimacy

It’s helpful
Everyday Zen

It’s helpful

Sometimes it is helpful to thinkfor the sake of all beingsI must overcome this Sometimes it is helpful to thinkfor … Continue reading It’s helpful

Indigo
Primitive Love Poems, Wilderness Poetry

Indigo

Skies loose grips into indigoStars caress from waist to hips like indigoMoons kiss their soft lips on indigoMilky wakes from … Continue reading Indigo

Listening to this
Everyday Zen, Wilderness Poetry

Listening to this

Floating along in the sky-blue waters of spring I think of no other My head is a supple flower, no … Continue reading Listening to this

Flood plains
Everyday Zen, Primitive Wisdom Poetry

Flood plains

This one is like the ancient civilizationbeneath the fertile flood silt Like a discovery in waitingyet without waiting, without discovering … Continue reading Flood plains

Nothing is missing
Everyday Zen

Nothing is missing

When you say yes or noDid an accumulated self tell you so?Knowing, knowing, knowing The yes is not knowingLike the … Continue reading Nothing is missing

Sovereign spring
Wilderness Poetry

Sovereign spring

A bushy-tailed tree, freshly awakened Hair unkempt, unapologetic, unembarrassed Bright-eyed birds were happy to make a home again And all … Continue reading Sovereign spring

Observing Indra
Metaphysical, Surreal Zen

Observing Indra

Touching time with timeHands with hands, in full arrayIntimately kneading this clay of existenceAnd this moment’s shapes and silences Dark … Continue reading Observing Indra

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