Son and Moon It is my death before my death, my time before my time It is my loss, my grief, my son, my way . . .
I have no more words. Let the soul speak With the silent articulation of a face. – Rumi
“Form is exactly emptiness, emptiness exactly form.” Buddhist “Heart of Perfect Wisdom Sutra” Sam, It is the year of the Monkey, the ninth of twelve animals in the Chinese zodiac cycle. And, the ninth year of living without you—and your monkey-hugs.
He sees me June 27, 2014. He loves a freshly cut lawn. He does a down-dog-stretch before squeezing through the rectangular flap of a door. Outside. Sniffing a path, he finds a patch of sun and flops onto his side. Lying still for a minute, he soaks up the warmth then rolls onto his stomach.… Continue reading Reggie, my heart therapy
Everything must change Nothing stays the same Everyone must change Nothing stays the same The young become the old Mysteries do unfold ‘Cause that’s the way of time Nothing and no one goes unchanged There are not many things in life You can be sure of Except rain comes from the clouds And sun lights… Continue reading With time, and lemons, we learn to change