ARTS: Big and Little Poetry--free verse, any verse.
When sitting on a Thursday morning
I open my flower,
for as a man, I am woman
I mean not in sex
I mean in spirit
non extant without love
and freedom into night
Love of flowers
Love of song, equality
In thought, smell
Perfume of roses, undone
Chain of being, we explain,
We wonder about daffodils,
About chrasanthamums
about TOPICS OF ZEN
Sitting of Soto, so what
Of Soto, what does it mean
No bad sitting, among
Flowers, among crowns
Of stem, of petals
Tibia of roses, of all
Flowers, sitting
Upon stems no chaos
Sitting just sitting
Shikantaza, Jukai,
Final Rakusu, Precepts
Freedom to live one's life
In accordance
With loving Kindness
and equality of each flower?
Tai Shi
sat today/lah
Gassho
Deepest Bows.
Big and Little Poetry--free verse, any verse.
In a boundless field
The morning sun rises
Field lilies ablaze in fire
Casting long shadows
Dew kissed feather reeds
Whisper the wind’s desire
On a broken ash tree
A merry meadowlark
Calls its cantata alone
Grandma rests in peace
On top the hill’s crest
Her bed marked by stone
Although she is silent
I softly say to her
Hold on don’t let me fall
Through the stillness
She whispers to me
The boundless field holds it all
Sat2day
Edit: Inspired by Kate’s recent Alzheimer's post. It got thinking about my grandma.