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Multiplicity

not one, many
sometimes
we come together
but in the end
we come apart
into regression
a reverse infinite

nothing (no thing)
is missing
like a complete set
only to be added to
supplemented
to start all over again
never coming to a close

identities
by difference
& differance
only in differences
that things (yes, things!)
shall contain in it
imperfect meaning

one, forty-two

everything real
has a positive
equal value
called existence

un-equivalence
is our choice
our preference
our bias
our privileging
of a thing
over others

be it god
the self
the soul
or whatnot

that
is the nature
of me
a human being

E=mc²

think about it –

energy
is matter
is space
is time

while god
maybe 0
the world
is an integer

and nietzsche
may have
proclaimed
“god is dead”

but to me
“god is ‘nothing’
& the world is
everything”

from the world
came god and gods,
not the other way
as we might believe

i like god

i like god but
only in the same way
that i like harry potter
or purple unicorns

if god makes someone
a better person, i am happy
but i am annoyed when god
tells me i have to believe in him

it seems easier for god
to tell me these things
through others, and never
to speak to me directly

i am not worthy (they say)
to hear god’s voice
or to be graced
with his presence

or is it just
his presence
is in the word,
and word alone

either way
i like god
and, yes, i “know”
he likes me

look carefully …

look carefully
and everything will
show you its beauty

(no more) love

to you
it’s the world,
your world,
a kind of
definition

but one day
you will know
it cannot
define you
or even love

speech-less

perhaps
when words
do not come
one
should keep silent.
is that not
its will?

forgiveness

if we think
only God forgives
then we are weaker
than we believe

forgiveness is
a matter of choice
not a given
just because
we are mortal

if we are willing
to forgive then
we have taken
the first step
to forgiveness

being willing
to some action
is something
we can do

that in itself is proof
we have the capacity
for forgiveness

photograph

some-thing

beautiful is 

captured then

(re)arranged on

sensitive surface

becoming

an-other object 

not a ‘you’ or ‘it’ but

an image and schema

without

time

place

essence

Monk Begging in Shopping District

Recitations
Drowned out
By summer heat,
Rushing crowd.

Falling Leaves

My begging bowl
Accepts falling leaves

A rendering of Santoka’s poem teppatsu chirikuru ha o uketa.

Travelling the Narrow Roads with Basho

Go where
The wind blows
Far into the interior
Of the mind
Of your haiku

Then beyond
Its borders
Through towns
Pass common folks
Over seas
And in love
With your
Companion
Only to return
To reality
That is the Edo.

every moment

every moment
is simultaneously
a small death
and rebirth

ferris

clockwise ascent

more progression
sideways, slow 

doesn’t describe you

procession of souls 

cabinet 

as life 

views far

beyond mountains, seas

sees before again 

gentle decline 

setting 

your anticipation

a rebirth 

before next ride

the sure bet

death
is not such a scary thing
not completely unexpected
it happens to everyone
it is the sure bet

so why do we fear it
it’s as natural as birth
to be born is
to be guaranteed a death

a wise man once said
‘what is unborn cannot die’
how wonderful it is, then
to be born and not live forever

because how boring
would life be
as beckett put it, to be
waiting for godot