THE GLUT OF ZEN

the memory's like a trip to japan..........an impetus for change and simplification.... [ then, another book idea....."the zen of clutter" or "the glut of Zen" ]..... organizing memories into digital files and tossing the paperwork.....20 cubic yards into a mobile hard drive.......now to the warehouse for a viewing of the stones that weight my life in an even more dramatic way.......what can be removed to produce a higher aesthetic, a clearer view of unobfuscated life ?.... but there's the fear of emptyness hovering over the accumulation of particles which eventually form a giant, moving in an ever more fixed orbit about its dying sun....and i feel that you're a million miles away, then when we speak or see, the closeness beckons then falls away like a ghost from dreams that calls from the past......yet, when i turn to its yearning, it vanishes to another world.... today, i am bringing in the many plants that have flourished in the heat of summer for their winter tenancy within the protective environment of the house which is looking like a greenhouse with living green before every piece of glass that looks out to summer memories, becoming the rusts of autumn.....and the world, outside, collapses for winter and travels underground to bring tomorrow's spring and key the cycle of regeneration........the cardinal family is feasting on the pyrocanthus berries, the pond fish are plump for the winter and spring buds are already fixed for winter....my freezer is full of cooked delights and the summer short-sleeved shirts are in the winter racks of the basement till spring again delivers their bright colors to the dark closet upstairs......bunnie's fur is thick and she is muscular and mature......she has been watching, intently, the specials on great cats and has learned to attack my teddybear backpack, holding its throat until it is, again, suffocated....then she leaps to her food bowl to find her vegetarian fare, then, crying for the wild cat's dream of fetal boar, she stands at the side door in eager anticipation of warmer-blooded fare.....the high-def national geographic channel is her college for killing, and i turn to the channel which she watches, alertly. her favorite hero , of course, is the leopard.....jennifer is disgusted by her babygirl being a natural-born killer.....but such is the way of the wild gene, ever--present in her makeup....after seeing a special, in which a young female lepard hoists it's kill into a tree, bunnie mimic'd this action by bounding up a garden bush with a young chipmunk. now she is sleeping in the gauzy light and twitching to the dreams of the hunt......the yard, nevertheless, is still full of life.....and the wrens have devoured a large bag of seeds and rewarded me with their lovely songs.......