As a long-time practitioner of Zen, I’ve been trained
to pay attention to “what is,” what’s “just so” in this moment--our
perceptions, our emotional states, our thoughts, our resistance, the
ceaseless change occurring around us. In so doing, over a very long
period of time, we come closer to simply appreciating the mystery that
we dwell in and that we are. As a poet, I want to “record” some of that
appreciation in language that is alive, interesting, and accessible.
Doesn’t the best poetry point us in the direction of that mystery? And
doesn’t great poetry help us to actually experience it?