We were up in the highlands of Costa Rica in a buffeting wind We didn’t know anybody, and we were sad The wind shook the house and shouted at it and curtains of rain marched wave on wave…
Zen itself is stylishly, elegantly irreverent. And this book is the most irreverent Zen commentary I’ve ever come across. The author is a retired Amsterdam policeman and Zen student, and a prolific writer of detective novels and nonfiction. This is the 3rd volume in a trilogy about his Zen studies.
A poem from Madhuri’s most recent book, To Hills and Waterfalls: a Californian in Calderdale. At TJ Maxx in Kansas City I bought a pair of black velvet bell-bottoms with a crown picked out in rhinestones on the right thigh. An excellent, well-fitting pair…
