35 hours inAt Wegman’s to pick up milk for the baby. A bonanza of food. Millions of calories of food. Stacks and stacks of food. Mountains of it. 36 hoursOn the way home, I stop at a red light next to the neighborhood’s new BBQ joint. I can almost taste the smoked ribs melting on […]
Author: Teahouse
On Deep Listening
It has been several months since the opposition in Hong Kong swept the board in the District Council elections. The level of violence associated with the protest movement that began more than six months ago has much reduced. However, this may be just a lull before the storm, as the basic problems have not been […]
Narodakini
Narodakini, fragment. From exoticindiaart.com Narodakini is a Tantric goddess and a manifestation of Vajrayogini, originated from the tradition of the Indian Buddhist Mahasiddha Naropa (956-1040). She manifested before him and transmitted exoteric teachings and practices. It is also believed that she is his spiritual partner. Another name for the goddess is Narokhechari (Tib. Narokhachoma, “the […]
Have You Seen My Integrity?
It was wearing a crimson fedora and a gun metal black v neck t-shirt Last spotted down by the Batten Killunder the bridge, if you see it please call me ASAP Do not approach it. It has been known to lash out when startled It may be alone or with an accomplice,and it sometimes acts like it is confused, but can […]
We Need the Soil
because the roots are a gorgeouscatastrophe of gargling raindrops those empty diamond shaped facescontaining the dreams of elderberries because she fills earth’s basket with the black resinous warmth of grandmother’s hands breaking the ruby white stalksof rhubarb and celery, reenacting each contagious morningthe cherished dew of midnight’s tears as the wild and mischievousrhythms of eternity nears
96 Hours In
I’m no ******* Buddha,that’s for sure. Legend has it that he meditated and fasted for months at a time. After one moment he stopped.For me, a meager four days in, that feat might as well be like going to Marsin a paraglider. And my seatbelt is too tight.
Harvest Moon
laced with the benign clarity ofliquefying Moonlightmy Cherokee mother hung rattlesnake skins the same wayher grandmother leanedBull Nose peppers on long fat cedar beams letting go of the softflow of cares and allthat belongs to theCreator
I awoke in the belly of a poem
no one is talking about, not since I stopped believingin the power of words to give birth to my dreams. Like Jonah. Swallowed. Smellinglike krill slime sticking to thewalls of a soft, rubbery bladder,all I can see is the darkness of my ignorance. I grope aroundlike a beetle turned on its shell. spinning around the stainless floorboard.
Replaced
Most of my water escaped long ago too,and which one of us was reallydesigned to withstand the pressure? Slowly filtered through solid rock,the remains are all that remains: pyrite and calcite and Uranium. Armored fish patrolling the depths,consuming the soft, fleshy parts, anddisappearing into the crystal lattice.
“A Hidden Life”: A Portrait of Non-Violent Action in an Era of Suffering and Spiritual Silence
Filmmaker Terrence Malick’s most recent release, A Hidden Life, takes place in St. Radegund, a rural Austrian municipality of approximately 500 people. Based on a true story, the film follows Franz Jägerstätter, a farmer who takes peaceful action by refusing to swear allegiance to Hitler and to fight in the German military during the Second […]