twentyten 005: line of chaos

in the empty harbor
there’s low tide momentum
towards a white line of chaos
where the never-ending sea is breaking
on an ever-changing river





~Kokoro Sonzai 2010 (trans. Son Rivers)

twentyten 004: the nowcast

the forecast was for heavy snow
but nowcasting had changed its mind
to almost nothing:
just enough to fill
its spot in space





~Kokoro Sonzai 2010 (trans. Son Rivers)

twentyten 003: Profile

I rested at
the Old Man of the Mountain viewpoint
to look at ledges where the Profile formed
before collapsing but beheld
dense fog instead.





~Kokoro Sonzai 2010 (trans. Son Rivers)

twentyten 002: returning sun

like stained glass
plates of ice are floating
down the steeple river in
the holy resurrection of returning
sun so let us play





~Kokoro Sonzai 2010 (trans. Son Rivers)

twentyten 001: superer

super bowl sunday isn’t superer
than any ordinary day this winter:
empty chilly mostly
sunny with a kiss
of space-time being bliss





~Kokoro Sonzai 2010 (trans. Son Rivers)

LCS-038 that essence

There’s a life in Latourell Falls
greener than day glow
and wetter than rainwear,
alive with that essence speaking
the language of my body.





~Kokoro Sonzai 2009 (trans. Son Rivers)

LCS-037 caffeine

While in Seattle,
we visited the first Starbucks.
In the beginning, there was caffeine,
and the gods said it is good.
But make me a skinny.





~Kokoro Sonzai 2009 (trans. Son Rivers)

LCS-036 LA!

Do all the footprints
and handprints
at Grauman's Chinese Theatre have
Buddha Nature?
La!





~Kokoro Sonzai 2009 (trans. Son Rivers)

LCS-039 turn

We pass the road for the monastery.
I stop and turn.
Soon we’re high above
the sea at Big Sur.
But really we’re on a long & winding road.





~Kokoro Sonzai 2009 (trans. Son Rivers)

LCS-035 sand dollar

Walking alone, I found half a sand dollar
at Sand Dollar Beach.
I gave it to her, and it turned
to pieces in her pocket.
Voids of interest!





~Kokoro Sonzai 2009 (trans. Son Rivers)

LCS-034 sea

The sea is nothing.
The sea is everything.
The sea is seen.
The sea is hidden in Monterey Submarine Canyon depths.
The sea is not the sea.





~Kokoro Sonzai 2009 (trans. Son Rivers)