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Friday, July 1, 2016

These Words Reveal Nothing (a poem by B. Dean)

These Words Reveal Nothing
The most that can be said
about life
is that
in its study of itself
it MUST come up
empty-handed
in order to remain free

Thursday, June 30, 2016

The Zen of Abundance (a poem by B. Dean)

The Zen of Abundance
claiming ownership
over the product of
one's own actions
and naming a price
is the same as
making oneself small
for the promise of
becoming big

Wednesday, June 29, 2016

Belonging [a short poem] (a poem by B. Dean)

Belonging (a short poem)
there is no known
all that poses
as the known
is assumption
and consequently—
yes, it's true
arrogance

human nature's
sad sad stand-in
for belonging

Tuesday, June 28, 2016

Zen on Love (a poem by B. Dean)

Zen on Love
there is something
at the heart
of all things

deep empty full
alive simple vast
sweet innocent free
courageous profound
still perfect clear
lovely loving love

Monday, June 27, 2016

Nothing Between Us (a poem by B. Dean)

Nothing Between Us
I am not you
and you are not me
and I needn't go
through you
to find myself
because of where we both
eternally emerge from

Sunday, June 26, 2016

Pure Consciousness (a poem by B. Dean)

Pure Consciousness
I'm putting together an audition
for pure consciousness
when I get it totally together
I'm going to perform it
in the hopes of getting in

Saturday, June 25, 2016

Hoopla (a poem by B. Dean)

Hoopla
all beauty
will not fit
on this page

all love
will not fit
on this page

this doesn't mean
I need to change
the world