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Wolfku

Zazen

I asked him—
  What is Zazen?
He answered—
  Cool water
  on a hot day

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This morning
  I saw fair Venus
drowned and
  vanished
by a jealous sun

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Ānāpānasati

When the silent
  roar of air
  drowns out
all madness
  we are
breathing well

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Starlight

They are
  amazing things
are stars
  and their
billion-year-long
  orgasms

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Futility

We imagine
  reasoning as a key
though the sealed door
  has no lock

And so we reason
  and logic
in our quest
  to think
  the door open

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So easy to slip off
  the fine edge of now
  into past …future
…else

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I swim an ocean
  of think
Every wave a
  current
to lure me down

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God’s Heroin

Sex, at its core
  is nothing but
  an amazing
engineering feat

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Homo Sensatus

It is feeling
  that we crave
More than life
More than death
More than
  freedom

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The better I know
  the air
The more spirit
  and brain
gladly un-fuse

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Sweet morning star
  brightest by far
though much like hell
  or so they tell me

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Divine Digestion

Our little egos
  are all
  God’s enzymes
digesting His world
  for Him

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God’s Cruelest Joke 

Here’s the key
  He said
handing us the mind
  then slammed
  the door shut
—no lock

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Like the Hubble
  gaze in one
  mind spot
to find
  a thousand
  galaxies

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Darkness

Why so few
  enlightened souls—
The Earth, by design
a Gordian knot

for an Alexander
  or a Buddha
to wisely
  sever or solve

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There is no better
  human history
than a good
  dictionary*

*Preferably Pre-Babel

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You maker and breather
of the autumn night—
Distance is your fortress

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Noise

Before I speak
  I ask myself:
“Will I improve
  upon the silence?”

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Breathing

My beautiful
  Anapanasati—
Each breath
  an intimate sky

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Meditation

You are getting warm
  when you can lean
  all the way back
into nothing

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Pain and Sex
  and Karma—
The greatest
  engineering feats
of all time 

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The better I know
  the air
The more spirit
  and brain
seem to un-fuse 

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Awake is breathing air
Asleep is growing gills
  and breathing water 

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Looking down on us,
  one alien to the other:

“A planet where there is
  a market for fake Guccis—
May God help them.” 

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The Sorcerer’s Apprentice

Life’s most amazing
  sorcerer’s trick:
appearing to be
  so many

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Anapanasati—
  learning how
  to look
breath by
  beautiful
  breath

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Sitting on the
  whale’s tail fin
—finned herself
  she sang me
the still water 

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Shadows

The feather casts
  as deep a shadow
as does the blade
  of tempered steel

What’s more:
  a darkling thought
can foil the light
  as well as
  any feather 

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As he spoke
  I wondered:
Is language the
  mathematics
of the soul? 

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Amazing Logic

Ah, to be a fly
  on the mind-wall
of those who
  condone
littering 

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Peaceful—
know each breath
  and its vivid universe
of singing atoms 

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Before the beginning
  was a sneeze
And it’s been
  “bless you”
ever since 

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As I am the stillness
  within you
You are the stillness
  within me

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The closer I grow
  to the air
The farther I grow
  from this weird
  brain

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Sometimes it feels
  like I have
  nothing but
language
  to fight
my way out

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Language is
  dangerous
—no matter
  how precise
it still falsifies

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A murder of crows
  strutting about—
a flock of feathery
  fathers

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 Viewing Earth from
  far, far away—
  say, Pluto
How does life
  even fit?

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 Words, ord, mots
  woorden, Wörter
  yrc, geiriau
  palabras, parole
  verbis, kata-kata
  faclan, logia, slova
and so on and on
  and on and on
  and on…

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The spirit has grown
  deep roots into
  the soil of
the meanings of
  words

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 Sometimes I wrestle
  these feelings
  into words
Sometimes they
  dress themselves

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 Creation

The first atom
  was the miracle
The rest—
  naught but
  replication

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Sex is a nest
  of sleeping hornets
Stir one and they
  all rouse
  and sting

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 My identity is simply
a many-dimensional
  painting

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 Some of my Wolfkus
are just seventeen-
  syllable cleverisms

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 Before the beginning
  only Emptiness—
and then
  Emptiness sneezed

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 Of all our prisons—
  the most devious
  the most effective:
The Self

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 Our little egos are
  God’s enzymes
all digesting
  His world
for Him

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 Strange Stereo

Midway between
  the dog pound
and Castle Rock—
  canine barks
and seal barks

 (seal barks win)

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 Alien report home:
  “They talk to
themselves—into
  metal rectangles.”

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 Each morning
  I tread
the westernmost
  rim of my
crazy continent

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 Language

The spirit has grown
  very deep roots
  into the soil of
pure language

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 Each word but
  the lid
  to a chest
brimming with
  subtleties
of meaning

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 Spirit enters puberty:
  “Gosh, I didn’t know
this gun was loaded.”

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I don’t know when
  I found here
or where
  I found now
or which
I found first

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 Poetry

Good poetry
  is language
doing its best
  to get out of
the way

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A micro-dot in space
  ant food
that’s the Earth
  viewed from Pluto—
Reflect

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You can say
  just about
  anything
well
  in seventeen
syllables

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My loyal, loving
  trusting and
  forever wife—
my true Solitude

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The highest Truth
  is that which
  all things prove—
whether of earth
  or spirit

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Black Dog Attack

It growled
  then lunged
Teeth bare
  unfriendly
Yellow eyes
  that screamed:
I hate you

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Earlids

Foam earplugs—
  not only would
the Buddha approve
  he would
endorse them

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I wish the
  many gurus
  of the world
would see eye
  to guru eye

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The mind runs
  a trillion subtle
  races
For profound peace
  end them all

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Life’s highest
  priority is
keeping death
  an absolute
  secret

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Today’s Empathy

Over lunch:
  Well, enough
  about me
Here’s what
  I think
  about you

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Father and Son

—Sorry, I’ve been
  so self-absorbed
—I was too
  self-absorbed
  to notice

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The beautiful
  apropos of
  language:
calm is a very
  calm word

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Tsongkhapa et al.

They all tried
  to scale
the unthinkable
  by means of
the thinkable

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The mind is logical
  while the heart
  is more
cardiological

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Breath by breath by breath
Settling like sleepy dogs
Mara and his goons

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