What keeps me awake at night
is not the state of the world,
or even my own personal drama.
What keeps me up is my indifference
and feeling helpless in a culture that
values human beings as consumers and producers.
I both hate and love capitalism.
I disgust myself with my own chosen
existence to ignore how my own comforts are based on the oppression of others.
I have the insomnia blues, who knows
maybe I’ll learn to care tomorrow.
even the most beautiful bodies
age and wither away.
invest in cultivating the Dharma,
and not wasting time being attached
to impermanent things.
I’ve loved you as a child,
and I love you still.
Nine magical innings
on a perfect summer day.
A simple game full of complex beauty.
I will love you as I age into an old timer.
i love you
i want to run from you
i run towards you
what should i do?
in the end,
life is good,
with the people you love
you are a miracle
your laughter contagious
three generations of our family
*I wrote this poem about my daughter bringing laughter and joy to our family.
(Ink brush drawing)
Hidden sages in dark alleys
sitting alone pondering the moon