Peach Blossom
Bed and Breakfast

"The other villagers invited the fisherman to visit their homes as well, each setting out wine and food for him. Thus he remained for several days before taking his leave. One of the villagers said to him, "I trust you won't tell the people on the outside about this place." –  T'ao Yuan-ming, from Preface to the Poem on the Peach Blossom Spring










An Art of Coming Awake


They say you will come to miss everything
remember those days with busy mind
trying for hours to do nothing more than escape itself
it had worked all day and rarely fell silent

Or a first snow that fills up all the open spaces
six inches high in a circle along the small table
the rooftops white and shine as a new kind
of velvet laced along the eaves and gutters

even so it is always happens we reach for something
other and have come to know these days
as something to move away from never
by the burning hot ember of coming awake