Photo: ‘Garden Moon’ by Gellinger – Pixabay


Sometimes I sit and look to the source of thoughts… it’s not a ‘where’… it’s more a ‘feel’… as translucent things arise and begin to further cohere… Ken’s poem has that ‘from the source feel’ for me…

By Ken McKeon

I sit on the seat of my rollator
In a garden
Set on the moon
Of my planet the Earth,
It is no airless place
Chalked up
With the dust and dents
Of multiple centuries,
It is the circulating light
Of widely open cloudless time,
It is the fertile spaciousness
That blooms fully
In the slowly churning mind,

So just where does the rain come from?
Your senselessness disturbs me,
It quickens
Like the sunlight right now
Charms the old
Redwood chair
Set at ease
On the pool of the lawn,
It’s that sudden, that bright,
It’s as if the sun,
Our nearest distant star,
Had on the instant shaken free
From the trees behind,
That still, that quick,
That much
As the moon is
When it breaks clear
To shed a pathway
On the seas of time,

See there, listen in,
Bathe in the moist light,
Turn within it,
And you will see that
The fallen falling rain falls still,
On lawn, shrub, flower, and tree,
Residual, interpenetrative,
Changeable and free,
Like you, moonlight, and me.

About David Filippone

David Filippone has been a student of Tarthang Tulku’s Time, Space, Knowledge (TSK) vision for over twenty-five years. For the past fourteen years, he has studied TSK and Full Presence Mindfulness with Jack Petranker, director of the Center for Creative Inquiry (CCI). He also participated in programs offered by Carolyn Pasternak of the Odiyan Center. David curated the CCI Facebook page for five years, which is often TSK-focused, and he currently serves on the CCI Board of Directors. The CCI Facebook page can be found at the following link...
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