It’s getting old
Star!? Star!?Can you hear me??You’re so distant lately.These old city cataracts don’t see you too often.Do you still see me? … Continue reading It’s getting old
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.
Spectre sparks
Spinning Spinozas spiral spontaneously Speiling spun spirals spool space sparsely Spider-spiced spigots speaking spiffs speciously Spirited spinmeisters sport spiculated speeches … Continue reading Spectre sparks
Mirror eyes
The selves and non-selveswere fighting and notThe selves claimed“we have this!”The non-selves added“and you have this.”And so it goesjust as … Continue reading Mirror eyes
Unraveling
Pulling Zazen’s thread Undoing the unkempt braid Unraveling self Bowing, to save all beings Dropping all minds and bodies Written … Continue reading Unraveling
Underfoot
One present moment A thousand years together And one moment not Is a thousand years apart Why overlook this mountain … Continue reading Underfoot
It is
When the sun is there Beings see it as it is When the sun is not Beings see it as … Continue reading It is
On being
Changing aspen leafand unchanging evergreenabide in the breezeAnd abiding in no doubtthey are mountains and rivers Written in the most … Continue reading On being
Self-fulfilling illusion
I think I can I think I can I think I can And the little engine did I think, therefore … Continue reading Self-fulfilling illusion
Primitive Joe 