Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Sunday, December 25, 2011
Monday, December 19, 2011
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?
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
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
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
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