Monday, December 19, 2011

Birch - ├śrestad

birch

tells

longing never ends

as they
cut down

grow again




northern migration

in southern latitudes true
most do
but here
it's queer I think
that warm things stay

some come
and
go
Thule
another colder Roanoke
meadows in Newfoundland
choked stones
alone
lost
ships
teapots
minds
men
Inuit
again

or fleeing
war
start new lives
languages
sound


i will not die north
see dark hunter and crosses?
tell me
why i rise
when i flow warm?



hand accident
taught mistakes of connection

in dark Denmark
there was cold rain
and bad air
bad to the bone
drove home the koan*

this hand
anger
fear
violence
from within

lacked compassion
forgave

and lit the flame



 * No Loving-Kindness


There was an old woman in China who had supported a monk for over twenty years. 
She had built a little hut for him and fed him while he was meditating. Finally she 
wondered just what progress he had made in all this time. To find out, she obtained 
the help of a girl rich in desire. "Go and embrace him," she told her, "and then ask 
him suddenly: 'What now?'" The girl called upon the monk and without much ado  
caressed him, asking him what he was going to do about it. "An old tree grows on a 
cold rock in winter," replied the monk somewhat poetically. "Nowhere is there any warmth."

The girl returned and related what he had said.
"To think I fed that fellow for twenty years!" exclaimed the old woman in anger. 
"He showed no consideration for your needs, no disposition to explain your condition. 
He need not have responded to passion, but at least he should have evidenced some 
compassion."

She at once went to the hut of the monk and burned it down.

http://www.ashidakim.com/zenkoans/6noloving-kindness.html 

Friday, December 16, 2011

korsgarde

thought of those funeral trees at night
and Guo Xi's black water

but even in the rain

maroon flowers

under the door
Skagen blue

Whistler too
out the window

this ghetto which is
barrio
not favela
not here
but always
over there