Why I Love Obituaries
“In this world, in this body; with this mind and these memories; this identity and personality, I think about the end—when will it be? How will it be?” Continue reading Why I Love Obituaries
Roots
Sometimes I dream of . . . Continue reading Roots
Alone in a boat on the ocean at night
And I ask the universe: what is for me now? / Where do we go from here? Continue reading Alone in a boat on the ocean at night
Daffodils
“Daffodils in golden glory,
Bending to the setting sun,
Summon me to…”
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Perfect Alignment
What is right in front of me is both the frailty and strength of the human being. Continue reading Perfect Alignment
Between
I sit between
the passing of two parents.
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One Grave at a Time
It took more than 20 years before I discovered the cemetery across from my home. Continue reading One Grave at a Time
The Last Time, Artist’s Dream
The last time I saw my mother, she had just died. Continue reading The Last Time, Artist’s Dream
The Old Monk’s Death
It was a sunny winter day in Baghdad by the Bay / When the one who was called Shu-un Mitsuzen / floated up from his bed in the dying room… Continue reading The Old Monk’s Death
The Cut
I culled my possessions, removed the baggage, and minimized my life, one tea cup at a time. Continue reading The Cut