Monday, January 02, 2017

My Annual Losar Poem in the works for February 27-March 1, 2017 Tibetan New Year




A preview of our annual Losar poem/image collaboration for 2017 
with original painting by Ingmar Pema Dechen, a visionary artist of
the Dzogchen Community and member of the Khandroling Paper Cooperative.
Visit some of her art here online at:

the annual Losar poem is currently in progress.........

Thursday, December 22, 2016

Wednesday, December 07, 2016

A Poem of Thankfulness for These Times by Peter Fortunato

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I Thank (11.24.16)

I thank I am also angry this morning, though
thankfully, not prone to violent acts,
which, I thank, sometimes have to do with
thanklessness—including the fact of people
who never have enough to feel thankful for.
History has a lot to say about this, an examination
of its skulls and bones providing ample evidence
that those who always profit making war
as persons are wanting, and we might surmise
feel less than adequate within themselves.

I am thankful I have not to dodge their bombs and bullets.
I thank I have been blessed and thank the grace
inherent to my incarnation, this rose of meat
that flowers on my frame, these startling flames
of intelligence shooting through my nerves,
my brain a beatitude, though not, I thank
an evolutionary end—instead a platform
I thank, from which to launch the introspection
that I need today: wanting some things, needing few,
right now, I find it necessary to thank my Source.

See what’s in your heart, I’ve heard it said, see
with the eyes of the heart, because the heart
has its reasons, the logic to me making plain
both bliss and pain are spectacles through which
to search for what it is that sees: I thank it is unknowable
in the sense of, Hey, look, I’ve got a bluebird here—
whoops, lost it, please come back, oh, please!
What is it we were looking for? Everybody says
it’s happiness, and too everyone wishes
to do without more suffering.

I thank I will proceed with this thought: others
like me function basically, whatever vehicle they employ,
whether launching for the stars or safe harbor for tonight.
I thank I like myself like this: unequivocal,
but also curious, irreverent, unashamed to let it all hang out.
So I’m thankful for the anger that with tears arose
when moments ago I read from a woman how fearful
she is that some monster might steal from its lair
and with impunity impress on her its will—
I thank I am a man who would press back.

Peter Fortunato 

Reprinted from his Facebook page

To read more work by Peter or view his art work 
visit here.   You can also visit his website at :


Sunday, October 30, 2016

Next Meditation and Writing Group Meets on Novembr 5, 2016



[Photo of Meditation and Poetry Group in the Shelburne Falls, MA Shambhala Meditation Center]


We will be meeting again on the first Saturday of the month, November 5, 2016. I'd like to focus this session on themes of impermanence whether seasonal, personal, or momentary. There is a rich body of work from around the world to draw inspiration from.
Among the most famous is Issa's written upon the death of his infant daughter-- 

The world of dew
is the world of dew
And yet, and yet...

To read an interesting article on him visit this essay in Psychology Today



Tuesday, October 25, 2016

Ten Thousand Things by David Budville (1940-2016)


The ten thousand changes follow each other
away–so why shouldn’t living be hard?
And everyone dies. It’s always been true,
I know, but thinking of it still leaves me
grief-torn. How can I reach my feelings?
a little thick wine, and I’m soon pleased
enough. A thousand years may be beyond me,
but I can turn this morning into forever.
Yet T’ao Ch’ien knows also that by noon forever will be gone.

Reprinted from David Budbill's essay and here