Just a short something that came to me just before sleep last night...
Hours beyond sunset
I read by electric light.
With all of these words on the page,
who can show me the sound
of the wind in the trees?
Gassho
Kokuu
-sattoday-
Just a short something that came to me just before sleep last night...
Hours beyond sunset
I read by electric light.
With all of these words on the page,
who can show me the sound
of the wind in the trees?
Gassho
Kokuu
-sattoday-
Gad Horowitz
DUKKHA
OH IS’NT THIS TOO PESSIMISTIC?
Torn from the womb screaming hungry helpless pining paining yearning for love approval safety beg and plead and threaten and whimper and bluster grab and waste one thing after another study work get rich kill study work get rich kill good sex bad sex no sex love hate envy apathy and terror boredom chatter and blather smug self-satisfied and cheery beery glum and weary as body slowly quickly suddenly falls apart more and more sickness and pain and fear of death and wishing for death body falls apart shredded hollowed more and more. how are things? things fall apart. grab some wisdom suck it up too bad for you if you don’t. mourn the wounds the losses of mother father wife husband all close friends one after another even children . it’s only natural. the good books say just relax and accept everything swallow and digest those insults and you’ll have no problem. isn’t that wonderful?
stiff upper lip bite the bullet resentment and blah blah “self expression”. good for you for “confronting your own mortality” enjoy compulsory equanimity if you know what’s good for you too bad if you don’t live with uncertainty too bad for you if you won’t can’t don’t.
Tell yourself well it wasnt all bad look on the bright side it wasn’t all bad. I had a nice dinner and cute grandchildren. And a lovely zen garden. Other people are much less fortunate I should be grateful oh so grateful too bad for me if I’m not
And then do it all over again, again and again maybe this time I’ll be a winner.
But no. Same old same old. From beginningless time the same losing game. Like and share. Then—maybe — Gone gone utterly and completely gone. Svaha! Maybe.
That's the best piece on being fed up with Samsara I've ever read. Dharma seeking mind is partly born from having had enough of life and death cycle, right? From here it takes a split second to realise, to truly let go and swim with the Flow.
Gassho
Sat
“Who can show me
sound of wind in trees.”
Beautiful thought, beautiful so lines good and creative.
Gassho
st/ lah
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Peaceful Poet, Tai Shi. Ubasoku; calm, supportive, limited to positive 優婆塞 台 婆
With all my dedication, there are here many excellent poets. All I’ve ever wanted was to win my third year college poetry contest. These poets surpass my yearning to ‘just be good enough.’ My MFA brought only time to write. Then time disappeared like years of worthless verse.
Gassho
st/lah
Tai Shi
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Lovely poem, Kokuu. Keep em coming.
Hensho
Satlah
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Hensho: Knitting Strands / Stranded on a Reef
"Knit on with confidence and hope through all crises." -Elizabeth Zimmerman
But now I write with joy
With chair I sit, not cushion on the chair
I hope to sit as mountain with belly
Round filled with air
I let each breath leave my body!
With my belly
I say in my mind
After I recite in my mind
Beautiful Robe Verse, just
Impatience
Letting go what is in
One, two, three, four
Back again
Out always mindfully
Giving as my mind
Does not wander following
Highway gently out, out
Out, out, our, out
Ten times now I recite
In my mind Serenity Prayer
Let me be strong enough
To let my cat run my sitting
Sitting, seamless my cat decides
To walk away, I’m focusing
Or not one two three four...
Bell rings three times while
To myself I think about
Lord’s Prayer and was I grateful for my day my Evening Gatha
Somewhere monks pen
Beauty to my day.
Gassho
sat
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Peaceful Poet, Tai Shi. Ubasoku; calm, supportive, limited to positive 優婆塞 台 婆
Elemental Matter
Ominous is snowy
Field of frozen day
Before the light.
Day approaches our
World where sun
Bakes sands of seedless
Time to mend our poetry
In pools of brown rice.
Will food come to those
Who wait silently?
Dawn is nothingness.
Covid 19 asks again.
Lorries wait before
Sun where twin planets
As one star
Carine in centuries
For emperors sake,
Bread of inoculations.
Hope to reconcile
When we sit
Zazen quietly,
Emptiness reigns
Giving to the poor
Our purity of time.
In gratitude we write,
Our only choice,
Exponential Metta
Our grand new voice
Life remains
Of Master Hongzhi.
Gassho
sat/ lah
Tai Shi
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Peaceful Poet, Tai Shi. Ubasoku; calm, supportive, limited to positive 優婆塞 台 婆
The world is delicious,
Sun bringing robins
With day from night
Farmers tend fields
To light at four a.m.
Children, I remember
Laurel could drink no
Cows' Milk from infancy,
Farms where goat milk
Protein nourished child.
Our daughter heard doves
we called her Laurel,
Her Laurel Ann, name mom,
Gave like music she
She played In parks across
From our home, while daddy
Taught at local college
Stores for Beautiful
Spring in late May
Corn and soy beans
Grew for Tokyo curds,
she could not drink milk
Thousands of miles
Around the earth, away
From south Dakota farms
In prairie lands upon family,
Farms where Robins fly,
for years old May mornings
Upon dew covered grass
Turning green in May,
In goat pastures, cows
Left easy and alive.
Peaceful Poet, Tai Shi. Ubasoku; calm, supportive, limited to positive 優婆塞 台 婆
Nice. Thanks
Sat/lah
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I’m fearful that they
May never heal die
Entertaining phase
Two: healthy brain
Surgery with maybe
PTSD but miracle
In that I am alive again
Keeps me hopeful
Anxiety looms wide
Higher like blackbird
On wire swooped
Looks at anonymous
Bird doctor essentially
To fields, how he
Repairs my grotesque
Attitude, now lilacs
Creative seed growth
Of purple flowers
Become hopeless
Despite first summer
Breezy storms 110
Miles tornadoes are
Gone for birds survival
We allow miracles
Of meditation
Daily bread breakfast
Lunch, dinner hope
Food from earth
Fattening birds,
Stomper full today
Lilac’s seeds dependence
On wind scattered
Openly to wind
Expect food another
Summer day solstice,
She has everything she
Thanks goodness we
Are safely repairing
Everyone everything
Everywhere sometimes
Dandelions puff home
Breeze let us rejoice
For blackberry harvest
After lilac blooms again!
Nourishing creatures
In summertime, solstice
Bringing healing food
Near death bringing
Life next to blood
Seeing after wind
Torrential recitation
Without inviting
Bell fragment of memory
Maybe returning home
Reading earth wind
Fire within Bodhisattva.
Lotus bloom is again!
Gassho
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Peaceful Poet, Tai Shi. Ubasoku; calm, supportive, limited to positive 優婆塞 台 婆
Sky paradises
And future salvations dropped
For the love of now
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AGING WITH PEPPER
FOR Marjorie and
Taishi
I have No PTSD after brain surgery
Memory of Fern Lake Trail, More than 35-
Years ago, Rocky Mountain vision gone,
Pristine there was slender life, faun, 9000
Foot trail, I told her, we could not reach
Out to feed our lunch three feet away
It stood with it's Brown with White spots,
Where was the doe? Looking on, we hiked
In shaded sun, one-hundred yards more
Our unbelief, vision of mirror, blue shimmer,
Finally, serenity of clear rippled bright lake,
Flocks of birds flying, fish swimming, chaos
Gone on summer day in August, climbing
Back, we would not return next year,
Our Daughter came before, our sacrifice,
Our beauty. This translation traveled free
Laurel wreath of Japanese orphan, female
Feline found 12,000 miles away sheltered
Far away from us, Japanese literature
Never Temporally gone, her Alana, long
Sought large brown-black born without care,
Now nestled in America wakens to mornings
With Pepper cat, both eating morsels together
Tabbies, great Alana cat ate soft tidbits
Pepper gulped both from my wife's and me,
Tins of food Pepper territorial at home, Alana
Months away from her city, St Louis. Home, She
Sleeps quietly. Eyes closed, daughter looking
Into mind of hope to scholar, poet, teacher,
Flew to Tokyo for one year, ageless days gone,
Alana her cat now breaks my heart disappear
As Rocky Mountain visions, Daughter takes
Her back, daughter, yet conceived in silence,
Carrying poetry like mother female cat looking
To settle away from family, bird of education.
Eight-hundred miles, drive away in Honda Civic,
Her cat rides in red case home to Missouri.
For us, Summer to Winter returns, on time,
Our Pepper cat momentarily quiet, reflections,
Mirror plays, then She dreams, Old Pepper
I am ab Salt in time. We never owned Alana.
Authentic hunter, Pepper's purr to mother me,
Clouds of rest. She's serene, I'm sublime,
Pepper cat remembers her old spring,
Now leaps to cupboard, then to my lap.
Alana departed once more for Washington
University. She saunters into new apartment,
To only file away, hours in chairs, laps,
Upholstery. Now lithe Pepper toy balls
Alana is gone once more. Anon Cold plays.
Winter Life without young cat, Pepper
Sleeps on furniture, returns again to me,
To family, quietly, the two of us, Mother
Now beautiful 67-years-old Marjorie,
She's Pearl spinning, taking care of me,
I am Calm poetry finally I am 70-years-old.
This is time, an arthritic outlook, Stiff
Bones on fire like our cat I give breathing more
My calcified ribs, my shaking hands, sweet,
I am an old man, even our Pepper is old.
Scoops of ice cream not good enough,
It's necessary like wind, swirling blizzard,
Wild white ice on my plate, prairie frozen
With deep snow. Our daughter has passed
Her comprehensives, we have passed our days
Into night. Draped night, blankets of white life
From Winter, subzero wind. We sleep in warmth,
We are silent dust on roses, on glowing trees.
Gassho
sat/ lah
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Peaceful Poet, Tai Shi. Ubasoku; calm, supportive, limited to positive 優婆塞 台 婆
Dropping all thinking
She became infinite space
An ocean of love
Sat/lah
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For Rich
And the other.
Dropping my thoughts,
Rich, you tech my young
Love in infinite space,
Pools of light heart,
In three ln esteemed
Light I think of beauty
I am right temporal
Lobe set free to breathe
I simply can feel pain
Again, from it comes
Sensation, Richest black
Field of stars, set against
Nothingness and something
Rich, teach me once more
In three beautiful lines.
Gassho
sat/ lah
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Song of Old Wine
For all alcoholics.
Long term is possible.
Some time ago witnessing
Tom in his beauty, who said
Man cannot be beauty, Jundo
We gather as great humanity
Onka divide us not remain
Loving kindness, what
Time, the other, water
Dry or not of wine making
From water. Against three
Exceptions, creation? Half
Life. Much time, what
Second, year, decades,
I've lived seven decades,
seven tenths century
Tom his miracle of Life,
Give me some wisdom
Half my seventy years
This is my miracle. month
Fifteen moments, moment
Of days, three and one
Half decades with no
Alcoholic beverage, red
Wine like blood, what
For Buddha was water
Had fermentation become
Yet, with Jesus new wine
Old wine in vats, casks
How did jars at wedding
I choose to be clear
No drinking I'm clear
Of thinking. Precepts
First miracle. Buddha first
The Still Shadow
Dry cool air, shelter me
Buddha, sun standing
Still or was it shadow
Stayed, wine for wedding
Jesus first miracle
Oh Buddha, keep me dry
Those who wish wetness
Those who wish dryness
Which is most like wine?
To quench from Lazarus
Rayment dipped to quench
In hell, Buddha's volition,
Give us more miracles
Since bringing bird songs
For She is perfect poet
Finding in hut, like Grass
Hut, may we find shelter
From noonday sun, may
Her tongue be satisfied,
Those wishing moisture
May they be given away
From wine fermentation
Precepts I find for myself.
May I be day, daily more
Than dry, sober only each
Not Thirty-five years,
Dear Kokuu, poet of Haiku,
Forty-five years, young,
I smile, this is my miracle
I am alive to tell you truth.
Each day Marjorie sees truth.
Gassho
sat/ lah
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Peaceful Poet, Tai Shi. Ubasoku; calm, supportive, limited to positive 優婆塞 台 婆
I choose to be clear
No drinking I'm clear
Of thinking. Follow precepts
First miracle. Buddha first
The Still Shadow
One day, when Prince Siddhartha's father took his young son out into a village area for a ploughing festival, his nurses left the would-be Buddha alone under a tree. During the festival the young prince notices various sights of suffering, such as laboring men and oxen, and worms and insects being exposed by the ploughing and eaten by birds. Seeing these sights he then began to meditate under the tree and attain jhana. As time went by the tree's shadow miraculously stayed in place, sheltering the prince in shade as the sun moved across the sky.[8][9] In another version of the story, the would-be Buddha fell asleep under the tree during the festival. As time went by and the sun moved across the sky the tree's shadow likewise stayed still, keeping the young prince under the shade for the duration of his nap.[10][11] Wikipedia.
Thirty-five years,
I smile, this is my miracle
I am alive to tell you truth.
Gassho
sat/ lah
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Peaceful Poet, Tai Shi. Ubasoku; calm, supportive, limited to positive 優婆塞 台 婆
Waking to what is
She felt a joyful presence
Watching sky castles
Sat/lah
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Essentials
Work discontinued as some hearing loss,
Thirty-five years of sweet little tears, rounded,
Half is life, Father ending Ethyl alcohol, Sions
End, daughter growing up, her MFA, her poems
Her Asian translations found in poetry,
He could never give her this, never hidden
Endings of cheap vodka spill, hidden will
Given away, Champagne glasses gone,
Gone, Professor, may her PhD teach
More than mear change, changed
To teach design after her students,
Mother’s sacrifice, when did she get
Her reward, driving her sweet, bright blue,
Creative writing his peers, his love,
He sobered July 22nd, 1987, living
Amends, now thirty-five years. July 22nd,
What is old, were they told June 12th 1982?
Would end. Wasn't it their dream?
Would they last? Half their lives,
Old together? He writes,
Not one day, aging explaining night.
They look after– half Luna, three quarter,
They are ready? When endings come,
Isolation, Creation reaching for Stars,
James Webb galaxies, red nebula,
Space dust, always together.
End of their cells in these sober thoughts,
Solar system, Voyager one and two,
More than forty years. Then Alpha Centauri,
Moon in their windows, atoms survive.
Tai Shi
Peaceful Poet, Tai Shi. Ubasoku; calm, supportive, limited to positive 優婆塞 台 婆
Thanks. You put things in perspective
Sat/lah
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Kokuu! Do You Remember
I ask you how long
We have been friends,
Yes how long have we been friends?
When +how many years?
Do you recall? Was it string, summer,
Fall, or winter? Was it in April,
August, or December, or was it
In some time neither of us recall?
I believe you will have
As much difficulty remembering
As me. I recall fair weather;
What do you recall? I am wrong,
I have gone through two seasons
Recalling nothing, and should
This be a poem?
I don't know. I am on significantly
Lower drugs than I was on
When I met you.
I am insignificant.
Tai Shi
Gassho
Tai Shi
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Peaceful Poet, Tai Shi. Ubasoku; calm, supportive, limited to positive 優婆塞 台 婆
Spring 1982
She insisted
They would elope,
Still June 12th, 1982,
Blue wedding dress, suit
Worn twice, blue her eyes,
Forty years, wedded,
Would be together!
Forty years he wears
Ring, on left for wedding.
He insisted tradition,
Realization of dream,
In pain of life, one step
Then thirty-five years
Half life, half
Of his life, she is 67,
More than her life.
Five years more,
Bare, no soul
She waited on him,
For child. Loyalty!
Monday July 22nd, 1987,
100%, off of that surrender,
One fraction of percentages,
Drop, not one living
Amends, whole life,
Less is more.
Substance gone--
Daily, then will be so
To come 35 years more.
Flush of Fractions, more.
Little child, thirty-three
With them, how they
Are Good parents!
They chose life,
Not desperation,
These young ones can
Help helped destination.
Failure of less 100 years?
Century of seventy,
Mind,
Surgery as
Land of seventy.
Craniotomy, Necessary
Never elective on right
Temporal lobe.
Friend of nurse,
Never faltered,
One measure
One brother,
Finally heart disease
Valves surprised
He lives on,
Someday in their
Wholesome death
This is only me--
To be 70-years-
Old, years waiting
For corrections,
He worked his life,
Just names,
Stronger poisons
Never used again.
Why do you ask?
He is not you?
In endless
Infinite to save
All sentient beings,
He is not poisons,
Shots causing,
Good, less pain.
He has learned to see
Through invisibility,
Of dishonest poetry,
Disclaimers every
Professional responsibility
His body, healthy mind,
Is reality, sentience.
Corporeal,
They show poetry
To them, take it all
Never personally know
His personality,
Take responsibility.
Perfection never years,
Decisions snap infinity.
Yet, he is only one day.
Exempt,
Sacrum, Neck,
Tender nerves,
In his upper,
Body never today
Special shoes.
Near to him, all
She did was gone
He found corrections!
For others not,
Vortex up endlessly,
Say my Dharma!
Friends, words
This! Leave form,
Beyond, give life,
Far behind,
She teaches zazen
She is Zen,
Loving Kindness.
His salvation,
His myth, his history,
Saved by her, he saved
Her. See teacher,
She insists on now,
He insists on meaning,
Objects not of past?
Take medicine?
As you are told,
For what I have
To do myself,
My secessions, sit
Just sit,
This is just is.
Gassho
sat/ lah
Tai Shi
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Peaceful Poet, Tai Shi. Ubasoku; calm, supportive, limited to positive 優婆塞 台 婆
The final shipwreck
Revealed all was illusion
Trust in emptiness
Sat/lah
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A toad sits on the lily
The lily does not rush anywhere
I sit on a zafu
And my mind races
Gassho,
Nengyoku
Sat
Thank you for being the warmth in my world.
Empty Midwesten
Midwestern Hope in Yellow Butterfly
Empty wading pool, electrified hands, pictures, taken with his used camera,
Body, accept Trees, maple planted here Midwestern United States silt
Willingness of smoke or torrents of water, burning hot doubt laden water,
Leave it to come to sweet spot to buy big dull V-6, V-8 pickups, :Luxury
Cars, live in $1200 a month apartments, work in credit cards, work at J.C.
Penney, teach new children, Black, Roses, Tan in a hundred shades, teach
English. Trees experienced at Parks where Monarch Butterflies flit no more.
Release, diadem of lunch, food plentiful when bread is $3.50 instead of $5.00
Reading, writing, cannot keep teachers because they will not pay living wages,
Essential is blue sky, jobs plentiful in fast food because work cannot kill earthen homes,
Of Gapping corn fields plowed under into acres and acres and acres brown clay,
Front yards of cheap houses built in fashion to make green money back,
Keep our valley, no buildings commence, factory of fabricated cement pipe,
Restless gather camera long zoom, short focus, walk safely to City Park,
Knifing incident west, shooting East, death it's happening everywhere, City Park
Wave black DSLR 18 to 200 auto Tele Zoom lens giving way to roses, no children,
Safety because see you shooting camera with squirrel, wren, flying creatures
Cannot enter safely clear magnet of other Park named with flowers, flowers,
This year, any type, give large postage stamp acres of petunias, begonias,
Calla Lilly, succulent so rare, this year yellow swallowtail butterfly, hope again.
Gassho
Tai Shi
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Peaceful Poet, Tai Shi. Ubasoku; calm, supportive, limited to positive 優婆塞 台 婆
Tod, than thank you for your help
Thank you for your verses, poetry
Please write these good lines again!
Gassho
sat/ lah
Peaceful Poet, Tai Shi. Ubasoku; calm, supportive, limited to positive 優婆塞 台 婆
Jumping out of time
Into eternal presence
Joyfully aware
Sat/lah
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Carefully the petal falls
Clinging to the cool spring air
Wishing the asphalt were not so hot
Gassho,
Nengyoku
Sat
Thank you for being the warmth in my world.
Woodcutter's Hut
More hope I beginning of fall, white
Scintillates in future waking winter
Hands no longer follow ease, tinker
Behind hammering pots of poems
Delight word smith be disappear.
Stopping by woodcutters hut
Made of grass; maybe lives.
Tai Shi
sat/ lah
Gassho
Peaceful Poet, Tai Shi. Ubasoku; calm, supportive, limited to positive 優婆塞 台 婆
Awaken
We celebrate new cold return of Autumn
This white breath is real, our trees yellow
Orange, hint of green these poems dear
Above our morning chant out, sing Oh bard
Oh Buddha west, morning sphere, raising
Into smoke of South Dakota, in these
States, brought forth in Heart Sutra, clear
Oneness sit zazen, Shikantaza bringer Ubasoku
Singer in background quiet refrain, backward
Forward chant, renunciation we miss Verse
Of Atonement, Gatte, Gatte, Paragatte. Awaken.
Gassho
Return, Ubasoku
Out of pain which is pain
Deepest bows,
lah
Tai Shi
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Peaceful Poet, Tai Shi. Ubasoku; calm, supportive, limited to positive 優婆塞 台 婆
Nengyoku, please bring your light bright poetry here again, Haiku bright; bring another experiment just as light!
Gassho
sat/ lah
Peaceful Poet, Tai Shi. Ubasoku; calm, supportive, limited to positive 優婆塞 台 婆
Oh Rich, such sweet Haiku, bring light verse again. We invite all who would post big or little poetry, and verses!
Gassho
sat/ lah
Peaceful Poet, Tai Shi. Ubasoku; calm, supportive, limited to positive 優婆塞 台 婆
Need not be ostentatious,
Light giver at 5:00 am,
Sun comes bright later
Parting clouds, ringer sit
With others thought late
Though latter. Mind blank
Flowing like river in Sioux
Falls, Big Sioux my Shikantaza,
Rest all pain into pool of light
Eddy, bright in farm runoff.
Gassho
sat/ lah
Peaceful Poet, Tai Shi. Ubasoku; calm, supportive, limited to positive 優婆塞 台 婆
Watching fog descend,
White misty plains sweet moisture
With palms up, hands cold
Gassho
sat/lah
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Peaceful Poet, Tai Shi. Ubasoku; calm, supportive, limited to positive 優婆塞 台 婆
Having Made Mistakes
Though like most editors
Poetry of women, written
In calm daylight in day calm,
Giving into the other, one
Sits, daily, sits daily
Shokai, Zenkon status, living
Life everlasting without
Salvation, saved without
Repenting, Verse of Atonement
Wish of the realizid, Priests
Ubasoku all nine of us, Onkai--
Newly transmitted, one year
ago, Kokuu, stone grace,
Each of the Others who
I shall know as I have loved
Shokai, Kokuu, Sekishi red beard,
Those who achieve priesthood
Someday, Zenkon shall,
You are old like me, Shokai
All four have taught me--
Shall even we be like one
Another speaking of the best
Of The Lotus Sutra, equality
Forgiven as we forgive our
Doctors having made mistakes.
Gasho
Tai Shi
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Peaceful Poet, Tai Shi. Ubasoku; calm, supportive, limited to positive 優婆塞 台 婆
This is for the poetry of Rich and the first free women who write with humility.
ABHIRUPANANDA
DELIGHTING IN BEAUTY
Haven't you spent enough time
comparing your hair
and your clothes
and your face
to the hair
and the face
and the clothes
of those around you?
See the body of what it is.
Real beauty is in
the clear open light
of the nonjudgmental heart.
The First Free Women
Peaceful Poet, Tai Shi. Ubasoku; calm, supportive, limited to positive 優婆塞 台 婆
Deepest Thee Well of Health
Finding more of light
Farmland of this place
Prairie of corn, beans
Those who farm as
In families old generations
Boldly remain for families,
Those dear old houses
In Hartford our town
Of three thousand next
To Sioux Valley, place
Of Sioux Empire, Sioux
Stampede no more, set
Aside, and who moved
Away from that very land
Once bison strode land
That land of corn, beans
Once of bison streamlets
Brought water so dear
Needed water to flatland
Now rain soaks no field,
Grow dry, as rain comes
Not, and farms sweltering
In drought, land slaked
To dust again, wind storm
One hundred more miles
An hour now destroys
Roofs of Dakota, White
Lakota all affect comes
Torrent of feeling, Nakota
Sioux to ancient Days
Where yet some people
Come to inhabit what
Is left of Priene Land...
Gone to Earthquake
Gassho
Tai Shi
We invite all who would write are welcome, write all poetry for heart.
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Peaceful Poet, Tai Shi. Ubasoku; calm, supportive, limited to positive 優婆塞 台 婆
My Corner of Life
Here in Hartford town
of 3000 souls
I am like the other
Nestled into roofs
Roof and square rectangle
Wouldn't just deserve
What each American
Wants with their whole
Heart, heart given
A House, a plot of land
Near Grocery. Doctor
Only blocks from my door
They send the ambulance
When I am sick
Minutes away, the freeze
Of brain tumor
The seizure, gone
Seeing out saved
By Strong Waters, thew Day
Now I seize the day, in it
Lay me down at end of life
Let me know this little
Oh, Peace, let me know
What is not to hurt
From so much arthurite's
No bones left in head
Bring me water, this disease
No more ease in my limbs
Only two fingers left
To type poems to relive
My coming end of life
If I were to die today
To my dust gone every
Fossilized me, gone
Never to be except
In my poetry, oh think
Light of me for I am
Spread on a flower garden
Of roses and daffodils,
Gone is the me grown
Into floral dust to fertilize
Myself and roses die
In the fall to be covered
By the deepest winter cold.
Gassho
sat/ lah
Tai Shi
Calm Poetry
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Peaceful Poet, Tai Shi. Ubasoku; calm, supportive, limited to positive 優婆塞 台 婆
First Eulogy
My flesh hangs, shakes,
Then muscles tight. Feeling
Old and used. I groan.
Literally without young body,
Now I'm calcified bones.
Turtle Creek, this year will
Grow as torrent of snow
Two feet deep, raw
Thickened Ice will thaw,
Once motors glide
Great army of trucks,
Plow Winter's deep
Western blizzards as years
Build up my millennia.
My heart knows only age,
On like my seventy-one
Years, sacrificed in silent
Veins encapsulated cranium
AVM, gone. I do feel more.
Giver of rebirth, mouthing
Verses, nothing except rattle
Of keyboard, and handful
Of poems, never stopped
Except wind of an old man
Wishing to be more,
Like Rocky Mountains
Like Indian Ocean.
My love undone,
Time's immortal song
All that I have left. Here
Comes the sun, golden
Wisdom of my worn soul.
Nothing left but feeling!
More mindfully thought
I like relent of spring
Daylilies my epitaph.
I pass away wishing
Some immortality. Zen
Says maybe none, maybe
Some. Are Poems electrons
Whirling to disappear?
These worrisome years are
Music's greatest time, rejecting
Fear, Lotus Sutra ways,
See to I hear it say.
Am I to die, now she's so dear?
I'm satisfied in Buddhist
Realm of memory?
I will rise up and sing
My greatest memories!
Tai Shi
sat/lah
Gassho
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Peaceful Poet, Tai Shi. Ubasoku; calm, supportive, limited to positive 優婆塞 台 婆
My flesh may ache and shake,
But my spirit is light and free,
For in Buddhist Heaven, I'll partake,
In ultimate joy and harmony.
Turtle Creek may freeze and snow,
But my heart is filled with glee,
For in Buddhist Heaven, I'll know,
Eternal peace and tranquility.
My body may be old and weak,
But my soul is young and alive,
For in Buddhist Heaven, I'll seek,
New experiences and love to thrive.
Giver of rebirth, reciting verses,
I'll join the righteous and wise,
In Buddhist Heaven, with no curses,
Only bliss and enlightenment arise.
My love may be undone by time,
But in Buddhist Heaven, it will renew,
For in that pure land, so sublime,
All things are possible and true.
As the sun rises on a new day,
My soul sings with joy and cheer,
For in Buddhist Heaven, I'll play,
With friends and family, always near.
Immortality may not be certain,
But in Buddhist Heaven, I'll live on,
For my soul will find its true curtain,
In that paradise, where I belong.
In the Buddhist realm of memory,
Karma may never be fully satisfied,
But in Buddhist Heaven, there's no worry,
For all beings are blessed and sanctified.
So let us rise up and sing with glee,
For Buddhist Heaven is our destiny,
Where our souls will be forever free,
In ultimate joy and serenity.
Gassho, Jishin, ST, LAH
Pleased, no name my poem below. Now, I do see you as teacher of another way which though not mine is no win, or whine.
A little explanation for Jishin.
First Euloge, My work is good, to copy words is the highest form of praise. I have a lot of fun with words. Let me share this space. Yes I have bipolar one, and severe Arthritis of the spine, Ankylosing Spondylitis at 40 struck me down, I failed to receive tenure at my college, now I see good teacher Jundo confirms this old parable, Today well lived makes every yesterday a wonderful history, future vision of hope with much tenacity. I am here and now. Yes TC allowed me to change pain to hurt, semantics less drama, just beauty of imagery. More harmony.
Not exactly stolen, but broken spirit of my poetry where are nice places and sentients? I rather honor, taking one's Ideas, but high praise of my work. Thank you, Yes Thanks, with gratitude feel honored. Where is Turtle Creek? The creek that runs through Hartford, South Dakota where I live here surrounded by farmland with some of the last girgin Prairie. I used to walk there, now since my brain surgery, October 29th, 2020, 9:00 am, up at four to prep, this year and six months into recovery, no more seizures, not fear of death or stroke all gone, new care givers have me on crestor and my pacemaker made current. I have willed my brain to Harvard Brain and Tissue Bank, immanent life because dear Kyousui nurse for life when seizure struck urged Marjorie take me to ER immediately. I no longer will walk by Turtle Creek, because of AVM, now removed, large scar and Titanium in skull. I do not drive, I can only walk short distances. I am old admittedly at 71, Now balance gone, fell down basement stairs, tore wound in left leg, Wound Vac for months, finally yesterday after months of recovery, building scar tissue, now more peaceful place; experience, never to venture stairs again. For rest of my days at least a cane, true parable; in later one walks with three legs. Oedipus had this same difficulty. Luckily I did not marry my own mother! My dear Marjorie who I love with more intensity takes good care of me. Thank you Jishin for all your outpourings. One can change. Thank you for sharing space urge more people come and see, express their own poetry.
Gasho
sat /lah
Tai Shi
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Peaceful Poet, Tai Shi. Ubasoku; calm, supportive, limited to positive 優婆塞 台 婆
Tai Shi
I think that Jishin's reply is a response to your poem.
Gassho
Kokuu
-sattoday-
Let us not cling to ownership,
For ideas flow like a river's current,
And to copy is the highest praise,
An acknowledgement of our worth.
We may have different paths to follow,
But all lead to the same destination,
Let us respect each other's journey,
Without judgment or hesitation.
In the spirit of Zen, let us release,
All notions of right and wrong,
And see each other as fellow travelers,
On this journey that is lifelong.
So Tai Shi, Jishin extends a hand,
In gratitude and understanding,
For in the end, it's not about who's right,
But the connection and love we're handing.
Gassho, Jishin, ST, LAH
He who knows everything, knows nothing,
For knowledge without humility is blinding.
To claim to have all the answers in hand,
Is to close one's mind to the vast unknown land.
For wisdom is not found in certainty,
But in the questioning and uncertainty.
To embrace the mystery of what we don't know,
Is to open the doors of the mind and let it grow.
So let us not be deceived by the illusion of knowing,
But be humble and open to the river of ongoing.
For he who thinks he knows it all,
Knows nothing at all in the grand scheme of all.
Gassho, Jishin, ST, LAH
I think he stole my poetry,
Or maybe I just lost it.
It used to flow so easily,
But now my mind is exhausted.
I poured my heart into those lines,
But now they feel so hollow.
It's like he's taken what was mine,
And left me feeling so low.
I search for words to fill the page,
But they all seem so trite.
I feel like I'm trapped in a cage,
And he's taken all my light.
But maybe it's not him at all,
Maybe it's just my fear.
Perhaps I need to heed the call,
And let my voice ring clear.
For no one else can tell my tale,
Or speak my truth so well.
It's time for me to lift the veil,
And break this writer's spell.
Gassho, Jishin, ST, LAH
Within the depths of the human mind,
Lies a world that's often hard to find.
For those with mood disorders, it can be a struggle,
But poetry can be a creative bubble.
Studies suggest that these individuals,
May be more likely to engage in writing visuals.
A way to cope with their emotional experiences,
And express themselves through poetic instances.
Bipolar disorder with its highs and lows,
Can inspire art that truly glows.
Mania with its hyperactivity and racing thoughts,
Can contribute to creativity in large plots.
However, it's important to remember,
Not everyone with mood disorders is a writer.
Many other factors play a part,
Such as education, interests, and life that art.
Those with depression, for instance,
Can experience heightened introspection's attendance.
It brings self-awareness to the forefront,
Which leads to poetic expression's exhort.
Furthermore, research shows,
Traits such as openness and sensitivity provide pros,
Conducive to creative expression,
But not exclusive to those with depression's confession.
Writing or reading poetry can also serve,
As a form of escapism that many preserve.
A way to briefly escape the daily grind,
Or the struggles that take over the mind.
For some, poetry provides a purpose,
In a world that may seem aimless and porous.
Writing and sharing can connect,
With others online or in groups to inspect.
For those who feel isolated or disconnected,
Poetry can create a sense of being selected.
A way to find solace and comfort,
And manage emotions that can distort.
The relationship between mood disorders and poetry,
Is complex and not fully understood, you see.
Not all will find comfort in this form of art,
And it varies from person to person, so keep it apart.
In final thought, it's worth mentioning,
Creativity like poetry is worth engaging.
For those with mood disorders, it can be a boon,
Helping them cope and find solace in a tune.
Through writing and sharing, they can find,
A way to express emotions in a bind.
Poetry offers a space that's safe and sound,
Where mental health is still given its rightful crown.
Gassho, Jishin, ST, LAH
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Buddhist Reaches Out
I see my writing
Less frightening and more
Diversity into religion
Philosophy. Poetry. Love.
Kindness
Satisfied with friends
Who answering
Questions relevant
With hope
For extra time
Finding longevity
In renewable health
Doctors of every
Spirit meditation
The wisdom
To support, sit
No death in one
Recognition requires
My consent regardless
Of beautiful response
Does doctor ask
Or probe for truth
Granted release practice
Liabilities are essential
Trust of Patient Doctors
Relationship with Patient
Congregants prescribed
Release of liabilities.
Shame on the people
Prodding and pushing
However, my bipolar
Opening many doors
Including practicing Zen
Most important are two
First reading
Writing Poetry for my new
Needs brought to life
Reverence for honesty
Calming mind natural
Remember to be kind
Loving humanity, people
Most family members not
Victims settlements
Refined and sit without
Condemnation only for
Precious Moments,
Kindness review life
With Anointed one
He aged like wise
Granting painless stories
Teacher and I commend.
Have been one of those
Who brought knowledge
To innocent people wonder
In dreams like He when He
Saw morning star, blessed
With disciples who follow him
Still today reaching earth
Realized painless defense
Open Source will only
Be cogent no restrictions
Voluntarily give freedom
Asking Questions freely
Understanding consent
Relax and focus instead
Shikantaza we Sit
Quiet learned nothing
Life from children
Wise teachers, students.
Willingly give Consent life
In death life I don’t complain.
Gassho
sat/lah
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Your poems may seem jumbled, a confused mass,
A string of words, with no clear rhyme or class.
At times, they may appear as word salads, a jumble of sound,
Leaving readers disoriented, their minds in a bound.
But despite these challenges, you persist in your quest,
To communicate your thoughts, and express what's best.
For language is your medium, and poetry your art,
And you endeavor to use them both with a beating heart.
Gassho, Jishin, ST, LAH