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Ango Morning [3]

sounds of tenzo’s teacups
and pots for oatmeal
filter through the zendo’s morning incense,

through my regret
for the unfolding of
the evening before.

a patch of emerging sunlight… 9 more words

Zen

Ango Morning [2]

winter dawn strains through
slatted windows;
snow sits over the grounds
with no thought of attainment.
tears in the zendo fall,
unencumbered by gravity.

Zen

Attuned, Listening

to with anti-mechanical repetition
deepen the relationship between
known and unknown minutiae
ought to be concurrent with all breath.

wherein ordinary is exemplary
affectation diminishes its self, 38 more words

Poetry