Now: Where Am I?
There is now. There is a collection of past experiences. There is a collection of habits. There are feelings, perceptions, stories, body, movement and change.
Where am I?
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Who Am I?
Just so you know,
who I am.
I have come,
To take you away.
From the things,
That keep you afraid.
And the lies,
Of which you were made.
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The sun through the clouds high in the winter sky.
My bathroom wallpapered with maps from my travels.
The shrine, a reminder to meditate, the dining table I made, and the stools I bought cheap 
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White Snow Clings
White snow clings to the roofs of the cars.
Fresh daisies on my windowsill.
Every moment is perfect.
My zen teacher told me.
Even his death.
Dying trying to save.
His baby daughter Maya.
Drowning in a lake in Switzerland.
Which held so many perfect moments.
And was so deep as never known.
(in honour of Kobun Chino Roshi And His Daughter Maya)
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Frog pond afternoon.
All’s quiet until the dusk breaks.
Croak, croak, croak, croak, croak.
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