O’ That muse, an intriguing beast she is. Apparently coming and going at Her own will, like a summer breeze or a winter flood. What mortal could know her ways? I am always happy to feel her around and miss her exquisite presence during the always too long absence. But i suppose, if she were [...]
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aMusing Muse
Posted in Elegant Simplicity, poetry, silence on 20 January 2009 | Leave a Comment »
might still be
Posted in poetry on 14 August 2008 | 1 Comment »
what the hell?
i mean
all this coming
and going,
yet never leaving
this same place.
how can that be?
it would all be something
if it weren’t for capitalism
or so-called
“private property”
that keeps me moving
all the time, rent you know . . . .
it’s hot.
the garden beckons,
these empty buckets
call me to the creek
now that the spring
has gone dry.
oh yes,
and some wood to [...]
free tibet?
Posted in Elegant Simplicity, peasant life, poetry, tagged buddha, china, free tibet, humanity, monks on 18 March 2008 | 2 Comments »
“It is not clear how many people were arrested. All of the main streets have been blocked by military. The soldiers have been checking for everybody’s ID. Specially, people who were wearing Tibetan clothes were searched thoroughly. Soldiers forced their way in civilian homes to arrest people. They were using stick to beat those who [...]
Ghost Forest Solitude
Posted in Elegant Simplicity, poetry, silence, tagged new culture, silence, solitude, transformation on 29 February 2008 | 1 Comment »
Silence, they say, is the voice of complicity.
But silence is impossible.
Silence screams.
Silence is a message, just as doing nothing is an act.
Let who you are ring out
& resonate in every word & every deed.
Yes, become who you are.
There’s no sidestepping your own being or your own responsibility.
What you do is who you are.
You are your [...]
THEN WINKS – by HAFIZ
Posted in poetry, tagged poetry on 31 December 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Everything is clapping today,
Light,
Sound,
Motion,
All movement.
A rabbit I pass pulls a cymbal
>From a hidden pocket
Then winks.
This causes a few planets and I
To go nuts
And start grabbing each other.
Someone sees this,
Calls a
Shrink,
Tries to get me
Committed
For
Being too
Happy.
Listen: this world is the lunatic’s sphere,
Don’t always agree it’s real,
Even with my feet upon it
And the postman knowing my door
My [...]