Thursday, December 29, 2022

 


The hills are shadows, and they flow

From form to form, and nothing stands;

They melt like mist, the solid lands

Like clouds they shape themselves and go.


                                ~ Lord Tennyson  

Monday, December 26, 2022

 


My heart unfurls 

from this dip in duality


Smile appears 

laughter erupts


Ah, you got me

yet again


Duality my

fun little friend



How peaceful it is

to step back again


Space to breathe

space to see you 


as ME



~nbnmnt. 26 Dec 2022






Monday, August 8, 2022

Summer Sounds on Sultry Summer Night

 Frogs croaking 

in the dark of the night

crescendo of the nocturnal insects 

rising, falling

silent, still

puppyhead snores. 


~esk 2022 



 

Thursday, June 16, 2022

Sitting alone in peace
Before these cliffs
The full moon is
Heaven's beacon
The ten-thousand things
Are all reflections
The moon originally
Has no light
Wide open
The spirit of itself is pure
Hold fast to the void
Realize its subtle mystery
Look at the moon like this
The moon that is the heart's
pivot.

- Han Shan

Sunday, November 7, 2021

 My Retreat at Mount Zhongnon


My heart in middle age found the Way. 
And I came to dwell at the foot of this mountain. 
When the spirit moves, I wander alone 
Amid beauty that is all for me.... 
I will walk till the water checks my path, 
Then sit and watch the rising clouds -- 
And some day meet an old wood-cutter 
And talk and laugh and never return.

                                            ~ Wang Wei   (699-759)



Friday, December 16, 2016

Practicing Ahimsa: Yin Yoga: The Healing Art of Paulie Zink written by Eileen Kragie

Yoga Scotland Magazine article featuring Paulie Zink




Read the full article https://issuu.com/yogascotlandmagazine/docs/yoga_48_final
pages 28-30

https://issuu.com/yogascotlandmagazine/docs/yoga_48_final

Sunday, August 2, 2015


study the Way and never grow old
distrust emotions; truth will emerge
sweep away your worries
set even your body aside

autumn drives off the yellow leaves
yet spring renews every green bud
quietly contemplate the pattern of things
nothing here to make us sad

~ The Clouds Should Know Me By Now
(buddhist poet monks of china)