Only a Season

Sometimes when I am writing a poem in the ronka form, it just won’t fit into the little 7X5 box I created. Here is one of those poems.

Photo by Binyamin Mellish on

Summer is only a season.
We teach,
and then we are gone.
What more can we do
but plant a few seeds
and hope for rain?

Hearing A Dharma Discourse

This morning, buddha speaks to another buddha
at a Zen mountain, and ways emerge.
For ourselves, our lives, others, the universe.
We share what’s dark to the mind.
He tells me, Plunge into the stream!

At the Dhammakaya Pagoda – more than a million buddhas Photo:

The Path to Paradise Begins in Hell

Dante shown holding a copy of the Divine Comedy, next to the entrance to Hell, the seven terraces of Mount Purgatory, and the city of Florence, with the spheres of Heaven above, in Domenico di Michelino’s 1465 fresco

Exiled from the living, on a sea,
uncharted, three island realms of the dead.
Even without a companion, no fear here.
Our fate cannot be taken from us.
This journey a Comedy. A happy ending.

In 1302, the Italian poet Dante Alighieri was exiled from Florence for his political sympathies. His only solace during his exile was writing. It was during this time that he wrote The Divine Comedy, an epic poem about a journey through Hell, Purgatory, and Paradise.

Italy marked the 700th anniversary of the death of the medieval poet and philosopher Dante Alighieri in 2021. He is also known as the Father of the Italian language.

Dante’s Divine Comedy mined for 21st-century meaning – listen to this BBC program

Flotsam and Jetsam

I find it a part of aging –
what I’ve thrown to lighten the load
and keep myself afloat and on course.
This center of gravity, balance in storms,
leaving minimal wreckage floating at the end.


On another site, I have written about the origin and meaning of the terms “flotsam and jetsam” which are usually heard together but have different meanings. See…flotsam-and-jetsam