Sayings from Confucius
Saturday, March 27, 2021
Psalm 119 and the Way of Tea
Saturday, December 19, 2020
Zen Christian : Opening the Seal on The Shoyeido Calendar of 2021
Tuesday, August 18, 2020
As the leaves consider changing colours soon
In waiting for a new apartment I wrote a few pensive poems noticing the tree leaves growing darker in preparation for the autumn display. I found a new apartment and job so things are going quite well indeed.
black rusting coal train
old grain seed farmer sows out
between tracks grass grows
sweater warm thick socks
green leaves shiver convoy of clouds
evening beef broth tea on
"Hot day yesterday"
sun droops between clouds
lime to em'rald trees
rain on dark green trees
lines on faded jeans
mid-July hints at fall colours
It seems I'm quite fascinated by the idea of a stopped lead heavy steam engine and its contrast with the slow growing gentleness of nature; an idea I will explore further with regards to Steampunk style.
I plan on incorporating food into my haiku more as well.
Friday, September 20, 2019
ATAT and Us All

blazing away at a gnat sized Luke.
Force the battery away?
wait till spent,
the ATAT was set at rest.
like us all
in the rain
beneath the mighty. --MWT. fin 11:40pm 2019-09-20.
Tuesday, September 3, 2019
The Structure of the Korean Sijo by David R.McCann
Saturday, January 6, 2018
Latest Calligraphy Designs
Sunday, January 22, 2017
A brief return to the aviary
The below is the later Latin version (it took awhile, but I translated it into Latin a few months after the monastery). I have recently made a few changes and the below is the latest version. As with myself in life I find I am in need of constant revision much like that of my poems.
Some in the now less garbly kNOW may get the idea that I'm using 'life' in a broad sense like those of whom in the kitchen of life use spray colouring for their cakes (of the chrome variety). It is my opinion that God I believe sometimes runs his dishes through the dishwasher twice or well, more than once to get them all proper shiny in good rightful time.
P.S. I learned Latin in an uncompleted half-credit course at LU before attending the monastery.
The monks at Blue Cloud did not use Latin at all, to my knowledge except Br.Chris who was into music in a big way.
Here's two videos that I find bring back my fond memories of working in the monastery library and archives with Fr.Odilo. Both put me wonderfully beyond the mere winter frame of mind and into a broader more positive winter solsitcy spirit. All the best this year for we all seem to be finding ourselves in restructure city these days. Like in a library when Weedin' a collection and reshelving the sections to fine tune things a bit. Speaking of tunes here's Lindsey Stirling's Song of the Caged Bird and a few tunes from Thomas Tallis.

