HAWK SPEAK
The hawk that swooped from the poplar lifting a black baseball hat from my head looped back to his nest Drawing blood the next time,… Read More »HAWK SPEAK
Wayne Amtzis
ABIDE AND MOVE
Return to sitting. Within a loose sense of the body, let the mind move with a long sweep up the spine, or, more deliberately, with… Read More »ABIDE AND MOVE
DOWN SWOOP THE HAWKS
Midnight pools catch the brilliant lanterns carried by women in procession. Deep into sleep I follow them home. As their voices mingle with dawn’s first rays, light flickers across the trellised blossoms Late into morning I wake. The Swayambhu Stupa, long risen from the mist, gleams.
BY THE EEL RIVER
By the Eel river, our voices echoing off the cliffs, freely we roamed through the 6 realms As we emerged from each naked in the… Read More »BY THE EEL RIVER
CENTERED
Deepen the stability and ease the body offers with awareness of the body in the body Sense the movement of the mind from the palms… Read More »CENTERED
THE STOMACH SUFFERS FROM LACK
The stomach suffers immensely, it suffers from lack. The spine bent and hobbled with hurt, the spine that held up the stairs and resisted the shifting walls, the spine carries us forward, stiffened, but not broken. The hands, palms dark and swollen, knuckles split, fretted with blood. –A poem from an earthquake Nepal survivor.
INTO THE LIGHT
We give shape to our world. Whatever appears coheres. At sea in a featureless fog, I am other than what I am A dream figure… Read More »INTO THE LIGHT
EARTH BREATH
Stay with the breath, ease and stability infiltrate the mind Let breath infuse and accompany the mind’s movement, blissful awareness deepens As the breath stills,… Read More »EARTH BREATH
SUN AND MOON
Then, stream and pond, movement and repose, like a fish darting from lake to stream, waterfall to light, from droplets to mist, to air, let the wind carry you to the first of the hidden lagoons, the falls above, as distant and near as the moon to the sun.
BETWEEN THE PLAY OF ZOOM AND WIDE ANGLE
Sapphire clear light brims the inner tips of my eyes Between the play of zoom and wide angle, the world appears and disappears. Between the… Read More »BETWEEN THE PLAY OF ZOOM AND WIDE ANGLE
RADICAL EASE
There is no cure for what ails us, without the body’s grace, its enlightened intent, I wager the cure (for all of us)