So you don’t say, yes,

I’m lonely, so you don’t see

the beauty around

you this evening,

the Bay’s utter calm, the lights

going on one by

one on the far shore.

Distances disappear as

the Bay fills with stars.

Work-in-progress

“This practice of ‘dying’ to oneself through the self-negating act of love…is indispensable for achieving one’s self-awareness of absolute nothingness.” Takashi Morisato, Faith and Reason, 169

Down here at nightfall,

the air clear and chill and free

of insects, I’d say,

“Bring on the cold, cold

suits me, solitude has made

me.” Were it not for

my beautiful friends,

I’d relish praising the emp-

ty absolute cold

of my death poem,

but what comes is a song to

flesh and this hard life.