Posted by techHT on May 10, 2015



I watched a Leaf fall today
and wondered how it felt
as it let go… its Life

Was there fear when it broke free
from its very connection to Life…?
Its fall was gentle, nearly flying – before
finally coming to rest gently on the ground

In its Afterlife, it would feed the Earth
as it had given new air to the Sky

I imagined its first budding
and then unfolding to the Sun

It captured the Sun’s rays
and passed them through itself,
Seemingly just a servant,
destined to feed the Tree.

I realized that the Tree also
was a servant to the Leaf
pulling nourishment from below
and it too passed it through itself

Neither really had a…
greater importance
one touched the Sky,
and one touched the Earth

Life is what happened
in between the Sky and the Earth
a whole world, a whole Universe
Interconnected in ways ignored or unknown

Thank you Leaf
You reminded me to be grateful
in serving, in receiving
in all that touches me


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This is life ->

Posted by kenji on August 5, 2012

The sun comes up every day,
The sun goes down every day,
Life fills the space between.
Going with the flow,
Doing what is natural,
Letting life unfold,
‘good’ or ‘bad’…
It doesn’t matter,
It is where life is juiciest,
and ultimately the most fulfilling.
A tree knows this.
A dog knows this.
We just need to remember it.
This is living,
This is life.


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Posted by kenji on September 9, 2010

At your self’s ending
Your life storm at crescendo
Then comes surrender

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I like You

Posted by kenji on May 10, 2010

I like You
… when you are the saint
… when you are the sinner
… or whatever other version of you that shows up along the way.
I Really like the raw, unprocessed person that grows in your own natural way….  becoming

The woo woo & and its people will disappoint you,
Narcissism & the folk who wear it will disappoint you,
Whatever flavor of life or person you meet
will disappoint you in some way
As it is human nature.

Become like a dancer…
with your life.
Along the way you will meet Fred Astaires
who’ll make magic with you
And you will meet Frankensteins who’ll crush you…
for a time

It is hard,
It is beautiful,
It is wondrous to see
It is what it is.

These are the experiences that make you…


I like You

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Not Ripe Yet

Posted by kenji on October 3, 2009

Seen through youths crazed glass
This day filled with angry words
Awaiting his spring

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Verbal Rustlings

Posted by kenji on October 2, 2009

Said student of Zen
Boasts of self with words falling
Like dead autumn leaves

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Dark Battle

Posted by kenji on October 1, 2009

Touche’ blind fencer
Thrusts and hits in the darkness
Winter of his mind

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Mind Storm

Posted by kenji on September 30, 2009

Winter tsunami
Anger spews forth to damage
Narcissist retorts

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Meditating the Divine

Posted by kenji on December 7, 2008

The world takes pause
In the space between my breath
Wooing the Divine

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One pair of Shoes

Posted by kenji on November 1, 2007

She’s just one pair of shoes away from being a gypsy
because that’s just the way she is.
She moves, keeps on moving, in her body, in her life.
Actually, that’s what I like most about her,
and that’s what I hate about her.
I love the sunlight on her skin,
and how the wind plays with her hair,
I am grateful because he taught me how this is done.
This time.., her hair is jet black,
having the sheen of raven’s wings.
Are they gypsies too?
I imagine so, because they are so ‘here’ when they’re here.
Oft in bands, uncountable, sometimes as a sole spirit:
appearing to speak to me of mysteries and things unseen.

She’s just one pair of shoes away from being a gypsy,
one dance away from being gone, again.
What’s interesting is…, when she does return,
like a warm breeze in times too cool for comfort,
she is completely different.
I only can recognize her by her eyes.
I’m not saying by color and shape but only by the soul that lies within.
When we are together, I cherish the honey,
the sweetness of our now and I well know the sting as things die.
There are times I think she very well may be the devil in disguise,
returning to torture my heart again and again,
but I gain…, I grow from our encounters

Just one pair of shoes away from being a gypsy.
Maybe I can learn from her way of being, embrace it as mine own.
Yes…, its time to learn this lesson too,
to be free from the torment of waiting for her return.
This is for the lost and the lonely so I’ll no longer be counted amongst them.
It is time to dance to tunes unheard and gather travel dust on my shoes
til it falls to the ground like rain.

I just got a new pair of shoes today and I’m gonna dance to the horizon.
I feel that wandering spirit in the air,
no…, a warm breeze in times too cool for comfort.
The winds of change.
I believe I’ll be leavin’ now.

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