As a long-time practitioner of Zen, IТve been trained
to pay attention to Уwhat is,Ф whatТs Уjust soФ 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 УrecordФ some of that
appreciation in language that is alive, interesting, and accessible.
DoesnТt the best poetry point us in the direction of that mystery? And
doesnТt great poetry help us to actually experience it?