re, purp, os, ing

ke

ep yo

ur tha

nks

it do

n’t

fit in

my e

ar

Advent begins

I do not feel

I am

waiting for

anything

Could it be

what some say

they are

waiting for

has unpacked

its bags

occupies spare

room in back

of house

where nobody

visits?

Imagination;Untended

Across barnestown road
We wandered for year and a half
With dogs, wondering possibilities
Then, for sale sign is gone, hammering
sounds from foot of mountain
And fantasy land is gone
Still;Marbles as place other
Disappears
Still;Marbles as idea
Returns to source unknown
Fades to something
Faintly recalled
Another world space
Uninhabited
But by
Imagination;
Untended

Meditation on Easter photograph

Images in reflective window

We look from snowy field

Into dream

An empty room

Alternate brane alongside

Suffices 

For time-being(s)

we wander, we wonder

We appear in dharma room window.

Tuesday, throughout

Yes.

Numbers.

As if all worlds were there.

blizzard haiku

               “Time is consciousness objectified by thought." (Rupert Spira)

tues.1:42pm, 27jan2015

Then -- no thought, no time?

Only snow descending everywhere, 

blowing wildly