Unless the sun inside you

Or, March 31st

They keep changing the face

Or, March 30th

Now I can't believe it

Or, March 29th

Tomorrow morning

Or, March 28th

No one there

Or, Life back to life

Or, March 27th

Still life with miso soup

Or, March 26th

Another window

Or, March 25th

If we will see it

Or, March 24th

False accomplishment

Or, March 23rd

The lust for freedom

Or, March 22nd

Outside the range of our true knowing

Or, March 21st

Place Pigalle means Pigalle Place

Or, March 20th

Everything has its destiny. Take this…

Or, March 19th

Convergence

Or, March 18th

Is this now real time?

Or, March 17th

And

...my oh-so-dramatic announcement of a few days ago, that Delicate Subjective was going to change... Suffice it to say, for now, that this isn't the change.  Yes, today's a little different, but this wasn't what I was talking about.

Thoroughgoing change

I just have to say

...many thanks to Julia (studiojuliakay.com/portraitproject) for bringing the iPod touch into my life.  She is such a good influence on me!

Still in my first week as a Touch owner, and it's already been a fascinating and delightful experience.  Containing elements of both freedom and constraint.  That is, I feel more tethered to technology, in a weird way, but also liberated by having art tools always at my fingertip. 

The Great Wheel of the Dharma...books

Difficult ways

Or, March 15th

Positional wobble

Or, Finding one darts and stabs it

Or, March 14th

Lip gloss right at the moment

Or, March 13th

have I told you yet that nothing

matches?  the furniture in my small

room, but I mean that nothing

sings, things

have lost that bold uplift

that carries a voice.

we may not get the thing aligned,

entire, ever.  it is possible

to fret and wander in skeptical circles

til your feet wear way down into

what's already done.

instead, bless

waking up thinking nothing

can come to good.

in that moment you kiss 

foot to floor

set yourself down delicate

amid the unmatched,

wearing a pink

dress and red shoes.

I am your lettuce—that means you should love me

Or, March 12th

The place you'll reach in the end

Or, March 11th

Let it live, in a sense

Or, Ugly points

Or, March 10th

Exactly not that question

Or, March 9th

Wouldn't expect anyone to

Or, March 8th

The world that sees us

Or, March 7th

Not necessary to compare

Or, March 6th

Always looking back

Or, March 5th

The short for please

Or, I'm not a native american speaker

Or, March 4th

Now?

Or, March 3rd

Somebody else's poem tonight

I have a funny feeling that Delicate Subjective is going to undergo a transformation.  I may be totally wrong.  But I suspect we are nearing the end of this incarnation.  I offer a poem by Abe no Nakamaro (698-770), a Japanese student of Zen who spent many years of his life in China.

Moon!  Moon!

I see you now above the vast field of blue waves.

So, you are the same moon

I looked at in my hometown of Kasuga,

Rising above Mikasa Mountain.

Though I have been getting older in this foreign land,

You still have the same beautiful face.

Normally, I would have taken a phrase from this poem for the phrase of the day.  Maybe "Getting older in this foreign land," or "The same beautiful face."  When I read the poem for the first time today, I immediately picked out both of those as possible titles of the day.  But a shifting is going on below the surface, and I don't think we can carry on as before.  The fact that today is Without Photo does not necessarily signal the end of the world.  I hope it signals the beginning of a new one.

Take with you your all

Or, March 1st