
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
“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
What is right in front of me is both the frailty and strength of the human being. Continue reading Perfect Alignment
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 I saw my mother, she had just died. Continue reading The Last Time, Artist’s Dream
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
Our new beginning is here / But we must harness the yoke / Pull the cart / Over rock and rut. / The cart is full of gloomy sins and / Glowing ambitions / Heaped to overflowing . . . Continue reading The Yoking