The Bardo Cafe

Seasons changing… spins my head

all these years living….like I’m dead

leaves falling like hair

my body cold

Snow…. like ashes…

forgetting… old

until remembered

again and again…

Channel #5 ,  Joy & Oud….

when we get to the bardo

there will be food !


relaxing slave

drinking green tea from a bowl

i sit here amazed

wind blowing through the pine trees

a screen door separating

the natural world from me

i didn’t want to let the bugs in

but i feel like a bug myself

in this dirty house

while the dirt outside

is clean and fresh

air from the tailpipes exhaust

the juxtaposition

of my exhausting life