Zone of Wonder

A place to be moved by impressionistic poems and images, and a place where I will put forward thoughts to stimulate your imagination.

Friday, January 20, 2006


Manjushri Posted by Picasa

Wednesday, January 04, 2006


Martyr modified Posted by Picasa


Lion Martyr Floral Mandala Posted by Picasa

Tuesday, January 03, 2006

Local Unbounded Infinities

No point is distinguishable from any other
in the formlessness
Each is as much the whole as any
in the formlessness

Imagine differentiated form as illusion
There is no existence of a form in itself
The emptiness alone is in itself
There is no existence of a form in itself

By emptiness through itself
Form is expression
It is a becoming of itself, in itself, by itself
Form is expression.

Now be quiet
Listen with deepest longing
Become unmade in this realisation
Listen with deepest longing Posted by Picasa

Death has come and made life real.

The gray of drab November rain,
Clings to my cheeks, like ice tears.
See the quivering of my soul,
Shaking beneath my frozen skin.

A child has died today.
Can you know such dread as touches me?
My son has fallen in the night.
His steps once sure, are silent.

A breath like icy crispness hangs upon his corpse.
The crystals shine as jewels.
But oh, for all the diamonds of the world,
That would I gladly give, and more, for him.

How can I bear the knowledge that shatters all illusion?
Can love break apart the cold and lifeless lips,
And place the warmth of living breath within?
Will the sun ever rise again?

In the darkness, mumbling incoherent mutterings of grief,
Broken and sliced open with shards of desolation,
A drop of love in ocean's sorrowful depths reminds me:
Death has come, and made life real. Posted by Picasa