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Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Monday, October 18, 2010

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Thursday, October 14, 2010

143
Again and again, I am astonished by the freshness of J. Krishnamurti's understanding of life-and-death (from ON LIVING AND DYING):

"Actually, death is not something far away; it is here and now. It is here when you are talking, when you are enjoying yourself, when you are listening, when you are going to the office. It is here at every minute of life, just as love is. . . .

"The mind that is dying each minute, never accumulating, never gathering experience, is innocent, and is therefore in a constant state of love."

table for one
the odd feeling of
not being alone
142
deathbed
remember. . .
turn. . . the lights
141
last orange
I wish I'd learned to
taste it
140
what I can't see
my last breath
your in-breath
139
deathbed
the plans we had
for this weekend
138
death dream
screaming my way
back to life
137
night stand vase
just a single flower
wilts
136
my last day
to have the strength. . .
I love you
135
late autumn evening
not noticing the last cricket
has fallen silent

all night long
the last cricket's
silence
134
old book
the pages coming apart
words wander on
133
the view
not from 6 feet under but
6 miles high
132
cul de sac
this morning and my life sentence
have broken

Saturday, October 9, 2010

Saturday, October 2, 2010

108
turn left, turn right
I can find my own way to
the cemetery, thank you
107
to believe
or not to believe. . .
hillside grass near my grave