The wind scrapes
a dry leaf across the walk.

Our one dog stretches
and m-lessly moos.

PLENTY OF NOTHING

that the sky's not torn
by the blackbird cutting across

that the embolus paces exactly
the absence in the blood

THOROUGHLY MADE

and stained just so,
your pale blue shirt.

The end is the Way,

the beginning is the Way.
And the eternal cold and silence is the Way.
The one moment
your lids blink on yellow eyes.
OUR BIG DOG BOSLEY

Nose to nose through the window,
a squirrel, a little dog.




By the tulip tree,
thickly iced with pink and white,
flat-trimmed, dark green hedge.

THE DAO OF GOD'S WILL

We are seeing more and more clearly that our sensations, thoughts, and intentions and what can be discovered to be happening physically in our brains are two faces of the same phenemenon.  All arise continuously from a pre-existing state.  Similarly, the workings of the universe and the will of God might be seen as two aspects of the same thing, will not being anterior to being, but both arising together.  In this view, the will of God is one of Joseph Campbell's x's, knowable only by analogy.  The way and its power are inseparable.  You are what sweeps you along.