Tag: Zen

viii 2020

if the moon were blue

what shade would it be

and were the sky pink

what would we think

but if each moment’s riches

made up our knee deep bog

somewhere deep inside

we must know who we’d be




A. H / K. H-H (11th May 2020)

half of an amateur meditation tanka

sometimes notice it —
this, that, the other that’s there
and with that enter —
this pen, that book, the light’s gesture . . .

A. H / K. H-H (20th April 2020)

Untitled VIII (’19)

is it dangerous to climb mountains
for the view?

sad to lose what can’t be held
as we descend

do true mountaineers just climb
for climbing

see what’s to be seen

keep going

A. H / K. H-H (18 March 2019)