Your Pilgrimage
By Ko Un
A slower pace, a somewhat slower pace will do.
Of a sudden, should it start to rain,
let yourself get soaked.
An old friend, the rain.
One thing alone is beautiful: setting off.
The world’s too vast
to live in a single place,
or three or four.
Walk on and on
until the sun sets,
with your old accomplice,
shadow, late as ever.
If the day clouds over,
go on anyway
regardless.
(via Read A Little Poetry)
April 2014
National Poetry Writing Month
warm storm
in bliss
greetings and farewells
time to stretch
the clouds and wet
the warmth we made
into flesh
bright sun
be willing
might, be ready
find stillness
familiar enough
sunpale
perpetually gathering
relishing
no more time
March 2014
Quiet.
February 2014
With WCC February Writing Workshop
strings
ergonomics
litter remembering
ksss
strings, 2
of opening
unseasonable, 2
strings, 3
said the pie thief to the pie
to build
of survival
comfort vs. symbolism
said the tree
of home
but for a change in direction
of holding
dreams, 2
of youth
of selves
not dreaming
reaching
utility
vise
in the sky
January 2014
Poetry
preferred state of being
pacing
keep
drive
invitation
leaving and returning
magic
presence
oh, los angeles
considering consent
what might be
for life
that moon
dry
dawn
looking out
to music makers
passing light
winter’s gone missing
circulation
size
needs
grip
old things*
unseasonable
built to fly away*
planning
ceramics
where to go
drenched
the process
*title comes from this song
narinda heng 