A circle of friends shares the darkness and tastes the silence two hours each morning. The sun rises at seven. -Geoff Shōun’Keeffe October 2021
Poems
Dawn
Avian Mishegoss
Avian Mishegoss Before dawn, sitting in the dark, all the zendo windows are open and the air moves gently, a perfect temperature for me in a Golden State Warriors t-shirt, breezes dry and savory with the smells of crisping wildflowers and high mountain grasses. As if on cue, a hundred crows, jays, woodpeckers … [read more]
It’s never too late
My friend cared for her mother the last years of her life until it was time for her to depart. She was willful and clung to her life, though it was painful and sad. She could not let go. The hospice caregivers came and rubbed her hands and feet with soothing lotion, put on her … [read more]
Where
Where ~~~~~ no one stays no one goes outside, the trees await the snow only staying always going quietly, the hills catch falling snow someone sees someone hears in here, so still wet snow rests ~~~~~ -Geoff Shōun O’Keeffe March 11, 2021
Frozen
Image courtesy Aaron Burden At six below zero the other side of the canyon holds its breath out my window across Six Mile Creek. The sun fills the frozen space between with a million dancing diamonds just for me. ~~~~~ -Geoff Shōun O’Keeffe 021421
Ango Pieces, Fall 2020
Sen-jo and her soul are separated Shōun sits alone up on Lee Hill the wind whips a branch out a window grey waves lap the shore in California the sun will set soon, in the west. 11.14.20 Sunday family Zoom-zazen Sunday family Zoom-zazen Seattle Oakland Massachusetts Colorado same breath, one body, our heart beats … [read more]
