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On the tram to Connie Mountain Top

Seasons meet 

in my skin, nostrils, tongues,

ears, eyelashes

and blood vessels 

   Laughing,

   Laughing,

   Laughing half way through,

   Laughing all these heads off,

   inside the rising tram,

       the intruder to nowhere.

   Yet there is no time on the crown

        for a sheer self.

Even to this day

I have been regretting:

   betraying the snow, for 

   not all my senses were there

/December 2, 2018/

October 13, 2018 The Tram to the top of Connie Mountain

The Dharma Teacher 

I came in a shell

  asking for secrets of literature  

He throws a Mu to my face

And teaches me to sit zazen

Expect nothing

--A Roshi said in the book

And the teacher highlights

So I sit, on and off, 

a broken light,

breathing in and out of my brain

this strange western compassion

Through a couple of seasons

Through sonnets, sutras

Snow leopard,

Stories of Satoris

Snyder the jerk, 

Till in the void, vibrates again

grandma's heart mantra

in their scholarly chanting--

Gate gate paragate,

Parasamati 

/December 3, 2018/

October 14, 2018, Mt. Washington

A Place to Miss       

Where questions are answered

Karma discussed openly

Many selfish prayers responded to

Where metaphysics walks

    hand in hand with science

Good intention is still the first principle

   behind actions

And giving for nothing is not a shame

When I leave,

All my grandma’s delusional “Amitabha”s 

    will be reborn 

 in a lotus

/December 3, 2018/

July 14, 2018, Burns Library, Boston College

Grandma’s Ninth 

When grandma is walking 

   on the path of darkness

   towards the ninth king

Unable to speak for herself

I’ll chant in her place 

And say the selfish prayers

 To make her nice deeds noticed

 To make her a good rebirth

In beautiful forgetting

/December 4, 2018/

September 14, 2018,  Provincetown

一年过此转辛苦,

男女修斋福业因,

六道轮回仍未定,

造经造佛出迷津。

    ——十王经