Tiger Riding for Beginners

Traveling Poet Philosopher & Occasional Wiseacre

Posted on April 24, 2022 by B Gourley

strange, hazy morning --
the light just right to tune
up the greens

Posted on April 24, 2022 by B Gourley

lost in ocean awe,
still enough that fish gather
in one's shadow

Posted on April 22, 2022 by B Gourley

the Zen monk Tōsui,
rebuked for handling manure,
plead not guilty
by reason of scrawny crops,
and kept spreading shit

Posted on April 22, 2022 by B Gourley

a block of rock
sits on a cliff, awaiting
 Wile E. Coyote

Posted on April 21, 2022 by B Gourley

trees in the fog
look flat and dreamy:
a cloud painting

Posted on April 20, 2022 by B Gourley

ever vigilant --
Hanuman oversees
the valley

Posted on April 18, 2022 by B Gourley

upside-down bees
work frenetically 
in the plush depths

Posted on April 18, 2022 by B Gourley

in summer, the tarn
looks like greenish concrete, then
settles to teal glass

Posted on April 17, 2022 by B Gourley

echoed Buddhas,
each as still as the last,
focus on nothing

Posted on April 17, 2022 by B Gourley

stupas point up
to the vast blue skies;
nothing points back