No one can predict the time of one’s passing. More accurately, no one can predict when one dissolves into the bloom of a flower, or returns to the sky as a cloud that is beyond creation and destruction. It was therefore natural that the Hong Kong Buddhist community’s commemoration for Thich Nhat Hanh on the […]
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My Future Arrived
unannouncedand uninvited empty-handeddrunk off Benedictine cold, unwelcomein my homeI demanded answersyet it did not move a muscle. Leaningover the railing with a cigarette tumblingout of its mouth making the baby cry over obnoxious conversation that just wouldn’t stopor know where to begin.
This is just to say
Ratnadevi I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which you were probably saving for breakfast Forgive me they were delicious so sweet and so cold By William Carlos Williams I was reminded of this poem recently when it was recited in the film Paterson, by Jim Jarmusch. The movie is as […]