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Impermanence:
  The intimate certainty
  that one day
I will die

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If then is now
Then now is then
World without end
—Amen

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Were it not for the
  constant longing
  of gravity
I would fly

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On still wing
  they dance for me
Two ospreys

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Says the graying oak:
Ah, to be a seedling

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If we don’t know
  why we suffer
Then, what fucking good
  is Karma?

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Karma is a
  zero-sum prison
called Samsara

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So easily overlooked:
  Every day
  We walk through sky

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Religious wars
give God a bad name
God should sue

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An angel
  steps on an ant
Ant no more
Angel no more

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Meconomy:
Greed-based
  Economy

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The pure melody
  outshines sex
This is a profound
  blessing

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If you can’t pronounce it
  you should probably
  not eat it

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We cannot think our
way out of thinking
—this is axiomatic

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Our lives
  so narrow
We share
  to broaden them

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Opinions:
  Vanity bricks

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A poem
  is a novel
    with acres
      of space

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What exists
  exists
    to hide
      the exit

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The one thing
Science does not face:
Big Bang’s Cause

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We’re an odd couple,
My body and I:
Craver and
  trammeled Dreamer

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Threaten the ego
with extinction and it will
think and think and think

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Earth:
  the 7.4-billion-headed
Hydra

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Death will not
  come between
    me and my books

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Time and Delusion
will cease as one

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Ten million little
fingers sunk deeply into
flesh: the mind grasping

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Veni
Vidi
I left in peace

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The light perceives
nothing but light
—The boy unfurls

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The self is a lens
  distorting
  what we see

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A shadow cast by stone
is no darker than that
cast by a feather

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See only the seen
Uncolored by memory
So the Buddha taught

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This morning, the ocean:
  a frothy, white
  thundering herd

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The need to kill
  to survive
complicates
  the kindness game

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A song ends too soon
An ear catching up
What was that color?

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Billions of innocent cells
pay with their lives
for every pound we lose

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As I age—
  my skin outgrows me
  by a size or two

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The Earth to life
as heroin to
  the junkie

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We are walking
  skyscrapers
With a trillion
  tenants

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I buy more books
that I may live
  longer

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My coat of images
I wrap it tightly
around me
for comfort

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The color and taste
of our mental space
  is the air
the spirit breathes

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One fundamental problem
is that Life
is addicted to Living

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Fences—
Keeping in
or keeping out?

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It alone against
the world, the ego
—its illusory life

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Buddhism is
  the original
  the ultimate
self-help system

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Deer in rain
  Silver bells

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Regret glues you
to the past—
Not a good place
  to be

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Forest in the rain
the smell of
  Dad alive

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Our universe:
Our star spangled
  Gordian knot

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Two crows
  on a wire
Inkblots

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The hinges of my heart
  rusted open
It is cold in her

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A V of mystic geese
winging north
for January snow

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Wired starlings
sit in boring
but rapid staccato
—quit shoving

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Blue and pink
  a little gray
Night is heading
  thataway

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Life is an intricate puzzle
For the amusement
of Emptiness

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Thrushes flap
  the sunlight
like happy
  winged snow

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The ocean in the rain
Gray and frothy white
Supremely indifferent

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The rainy sky
Gray, blue and fleecy white
Majestically indifferent

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What about that one
  starling
who does not take off
  with the rest of them

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A hundred starling wings
flutter the morning sunlight
all over me

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My days are not so much
well planned
as choreographed

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Like a glider
  circling
A crane comes in
  for a landing

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Tinkering with the Infinite
—dull finite tools
my clumsy fingers