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the bookcase, silent
a sign without elucidation
its own signal,
its own meaning
watch the shadow
of my hands moving

painted on the wall across
below the frame
below the wall
a lamp in a closed room
sneaks its light low
dusting the couch with
a wonder
the shadow of my hand moving

About the Author
José M. Tirado

José M. Tirado

José M. Tirado (’ö-Zér Jamgön Dorje) is a Puertorican poet, Buddhist priest, and political writer living in Hafnarfjorður, Iceland, known for its elves, “hidden people” and lava fields. His articles and poetry have been featured in CounterPunch, Cyrano´s Journal, The Galway Review, Dissident Voice, La Respuesta, Op-Ed News, among others. He practiced and studied over 20 years in Zen, much of that with Joshu Sasaki Roshi, Vajrayana with Dzogchen Pönlop Rinpoche, and in 2003 he was ordained a Jodo Shinshu priest in Japan. Currently he is an apprentice within the Aro gTér lineage. He has a BA in Religious Studies, an MA in Buddhist Studies, and an MA in psychology, later doing doctoral work in psychology focusing on the psychophysiology of meditation. A long-time member of the Engaged Buddhism movement, he has worked as a Chaplain in Colorado, Wisconsin, and San Francisco, a union president at Warner Bros. Pictures, as president of the Latino Writers Group (for screenwriters in Hollywood), and now teaches meditation at the University of Iceland where he is head of the Buddhist Meditation Society of Iceland. He is currently working on a Ed. D in education. He blogs at A Deliberate Life: Musings on What´s Important ( and can be reached at

Image from a cave in Borneo.

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