she loved us with hands of rain touching every root #haiku

mangy fox sleeping by a shrine still a buddha #haiku

a kingfisher crosses the river its blue body already gone when the cry reaches me for several moments the bird exists in two places one in the world one still arriving inside me

i did not mean to miss it the way the early sun rests on the rim of the sink the small steam from my coffee already cooling i keep believing the day is elsewhere but it is here doing its quiet work when i look it holds still long enough #poetry

later trying to remember the way back I could see each turn clearly the creek the fallen poplar the slope where ferns had covered the stones but not the moment the path became a memory or the memory became the path #poetry #nature

there are places the body remembers before the mind a bend in the river the smell of rain beneath oak leaves I arrive and whatever has been waiting there continues through me #poetry #nature

somewhere beyond the marked trail I stopped being the one who chose to come here the trees have no use for my reasons the creek passes through its stones and whatever I have called my life becomes one sound among many #poetry

For One Day #poetry

the bat turns above the field toward something I cannot know there are worlds inside this one that do not require my senses to be complete #poetry

emptiness blooms where the self stops guarding the door #haiku

to live plainly is not to refuse the world it is to hear an acorn fall and not call it fate it is to let a path go on without asking where it is going to sit beside water until the mind always building its empire lays down one stone then another and the day enters through every unguarded place

stone buddha a salamander climbs the middle way #haiku

All is one, one is all

Gerhard Oevermann 🐦‍⬛@oevermann.bsky.social · 5mo ago

barefoot in wet grass my body remembers it was never separate #haiku

i notice how noticing has edges it cuts the fog a small thing stands up not important just exact and in that exactness i feel less blurred

Santa Claus and the Buddha #poetry #writing

Without Asking to Be Remembered #poetry (alt text)

Pause between in and out - a small island of not-knowing. Step there and stay awhile - the world rearranges itself. #Mindfulness-of-breathing (Ānāpānasati) #Insight (Vipassanā) #Non-striving #poem #poetry #buddhism

A spider’s web holds dew - each bead a small mirror. Touch one, and the whole net shivers - you are never only you. #Interbeing #Right-View (Sammā Diṭṭhi) #Dependent-Origination (Paṭiccasamuppāda) #poem #poetry #buddhism

Sunday opens like a fist soft with forgiveness #poetry

He held his anger like a sword- until he saw his own reflection on the blade. #Mindfulness #Right-action #Insight #poem #poetry #buddhism

Compassion is not letting them walk over you- it’s standing without hate even as you say no. #Lovingkindness (Mettā) #Equanimity #Right-Speech #poem #poetry #buddhism

Anger rises- a wave, sharp and high. Let it pass. You are not the wave. You are the ocean. #Mindfulness #Non-attachment #Patience #poem #poetry #buddhism

A sparrow landed on the monk’s shoulder. They sat in silence— and both understood everything. #Interbeing #Stillness #Awareness #poem #poetry #buddhism

Don’t chase silence. Just stop feeding the noise. #Right-Effort #Mindfulness #Simplicity #poem #poetry #buddhism

A child’s laugh echoed across the temple stones. That, too, was meditation. #Joy (Muditā) #Awareness #Non-duality #poem #poetry #buddhism

You don’t have to end the storm. Just keep the lamp lit for those finding their way. #Right-Intention #Compassion (Karuṇā) #Generosity #poem #poetry #buddhism

Forgiveness is not a river’s rush- it’s the slow work of thawed snow, finding its way to sea. #Patience #Compassion (Karuṇā) #Liberation #poem #poetry #buddhism

You do not have to shine. Even the moon lets the night hold her in darkness and still the tide obeys. #Interbeing #Self-Acceptance #Trust #poem #poetry #buddhism

When the heron stands in still water, it does not wonder if the fish will come- it simply waits. #Mindfulness (Sati) #Right-Effort #Patience #poem #poetry #buddhism

You are not late. The path appears when you’re ready to walk it. #Trust #Right-Timing (Sammā Vāyāma) #Inner-Readiness #poem #poetry #buddhism