In a dream I saw four mountains
with a valley in between.
In the valley lay a lake
of crystal water, deep and clean.
Somewhere hidden on this fell
there lived a hermit rarely seen
who mingling with the mist and cloud
left no trace where he had be
Read more…When I feel profoundly lonely, even among those who love me,
And I fly over a deep abyss with wings painfully expanded –
Quan Shi Yin quickly rises into the air,
Because her thousand eyes have spotted me up in the sky.
Tactfully she invites me in
SUMMER DAY
In the evening calm, white on blue, rippled cloud,
as sand is corrugated by the churning of sea water,
or the ladder makes its shadow on the white-washed wall.
The birds are flying homeward, the sun is going down,
the cat is sitting soberl
My garden is full of weeds,
yet some of them are attractive
if you have the eye
to appreciate their special qualities.
My mind is full of stray thoughts,
yet some of them
are not so crazy
when you take a second glance.
My life is a patchwork of many agend
Read more…Laying down on startled grass. I imagine the trees talking in spurts. They say this is my home undaunted, Survival depends on the rains. Yet, you'll not lay down near me when my soil(soul) is wet. Yet, I say I do not abandon you. I simply get too flo
Read more…Now, suddenly, the season turns;
the ice and winter rain have gone away;
Sun rises sooner, greens the ferns,
bids the world wake, rise, work and play.
Precociously, the spring-like air
now full conveys the scent of daffodil
dissolving stiff tension, dispe
I do not have time,
yet time has me
What an embarrassment
that can be - my life
unfolding free, easily,
ticking along,
each day a miracle song.
I watch the clouds
hanging over the trees
and time somehow
puts up with me,
breezily at ease,
doing as I please,
with
Flowers under foot,
clouds in the sky.
Here, in between,
I savour solitude.
They are busy with their business,
while I am merely watching,
listening, with nothing to wait for.
There is a weighty stillness
inside of me
as of a hunk of old granite
in the
The Himalaya gleaming
can be seen from Katmandu
the smog has cleared away -
it’s gone,
the dust, the grime, the humans too,
it’s all gone quiet on the street
the dogs are asleep in the sun
that shines in the clear air above
now the cars and planes have gone.
A finger pointing at the sky.
Do you know the reason why?
Do you want to live or die?
Do you hear the people cry?
When they come to sing “Hallelujah!”,
riding in the voodoo Sin Street car,
waves come crashing on the harbour bar,
you’ll be swinging on the P
Waking from drug sleep tangled night,
sahara mind extending to incognita
ripples round a fire still burning
at the back behind the ears;
flames curl over the scalp,
here and there exploding
pointlessly, above my eye
or inside the ear.
My teeth feel
The friendly teller of healing tales
holds out a hand, hoists the sails,
temptation is a tender touch,
take a slice, but not too much.
Sages, ages, pirates and souls,
bananas and oranges, roasting hot coals,
wear your best, the tangerine,
say it soft, but s
Today's snow covers yesterdays tracks.
Success or failure, triumph or wreck.
The waning moon shall later wax.
Time continues her endless trek.
We who follow or go ahead
make war and peace, then rest and sigh.
We have no time to bury the dead,
the undertak
Darkness every which way, But not because the streetlamps Are out in town; Heedless feet they stray -- Despite the path clearly laid, The blinds are down; Shutters closed to the light Cast the world into shadow And none can see; Amitabha rising, Budd
Read more…Life could be a poem if it rhymed
or the metre was predictable instead
of random interference going on
amidst the buzzing of the insects in my head.
Life could be a song all full of joy
if its cadences were rising all on cue;
if the lyrics, though repeat
This is a place for posting renku.
Renku is a Japanese poetic form with five lines with syllables 5-7-5-7-7. You will note that the first three constitute a haiku, so you can say a renku is a haiku with two extra lines.
Here is an example that I wrot
Read more…Oh beautiful flower so delicate and pure that blossoms for all to behold. With a breath you are gone and yet you were here or was it an illusion that we held you, What lesson we learn is yet still unclear Should we hold on to the memory or wish you
Read more…Aprile ha un atteggiamento,
non puoi predire il suo umore.
Stamattina una tiepida brezza ha spazzato sopra la terra.
Ero felice di essere accarezzato da esso,
quest'aria dal profondo sud,
forse persino dal Sahara.
Sono andato giù alla zona dei bambù
Rifletto su cosa dovrei fare della mia giornata.
Non c'è molto che è necessario in questa vita,
ma molto che può essere apprezzato.
La gente della città
tutti vivono come schiavi, mentre i padroni
scambiano insulti nelle sale della ricchezza e del po
