[ARTS]: Big and Little Poetry--free verse, any verse.

[Tai Shi]

My Love for her orbits
Furthest star, galaxy
Deep into black of space.
I shall never leave,
For I am large
Among her seven moons
Upon a sea of glass
Molten in my double star;
I am a life of silica
Withstanding heat,
While masses larger
Sink below my ocean
Winning fish of delightful
For alien forms singing
Sting rays which whirl
In periwinkle bonds,
Of play into nets carbon
Bonds, caught in human
Feeding traps, human
Unlike Watching
The largest moon descend
Oh, horizon into Astra
Field, more hence; neutron
Dance before space
Beneath a rapt window
Where ships bound green
Heaving to the largest moon
Of growing Single meaning
Division into days organized
More than haze of white gas.

Gassho
Tai Shi
sat/lah

[Tai Shi]

Ukrainian War

"Engaged in Fierce Battle"
Hafiz

Songs starved freedom
Stings as one who gave
Sacrifice. Binding
Wounds, hot winds

Terrified of bombs, of death
Incendiary, fire from sky
Let children cry, cared for
In arms of love, not hate.

Women holding men,
Old in blight of death;
Many nursing blood
Some tears dropped

In sadness, grief songs
If weeping, forgive,
Missions of grief; restore
Oder, Trees hammered

Let Buddhas past,
Present or future
Solve moral questions,
Written in Precepts,

Suggestions govern
Acts of violence silently
Not listened, calligraphy
Scrawled In conscious mind,

Order of clay tablets
Morality seldom handed
Written in papyrus. Rice
Paper gives no vision

Of Humankind's Child
In Eden of blight, always
Flowering hate. Everlastingly,
In time of smashed atoms

If silence speaks, uttered
Beneath thorny days
Night's reign of terror
Leave us be streaked

Mind Of red. Serenity's
Peace, never Life
If sitting nine years
Be walls of divinity

Sold in slavery. Lives gone
Being uttered in dying
Silence, some lies
Eventually spoken,

See through flames
Uncontrolled shirt
Of fire binding bodies.
Nurses tending wounds,

All watch wraiths descend.
Witnesses then warmth gone
Created salves of Healing
Final resolution in blood.

Gassho
sat/lah

[Tai Shi]

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Gassho
sat/lah

[Tai Shi]

Leavened Lands of Fire
And Ice.

So what if one knows
The criticism of Roy Harvey Pierce.
So what if one can quote
Deep lines of Emily Dickinson
TS Eliot, or college verse
What if Frost

New poetry in bones of brevity,
Has lived and died with verses
Running through his veins of gunshot,
W.S. Merwin into arteries of pain
Stemmed shunt, replaced
Intestines of love, mineral salts
Bought with gratitude, Schools
Of Liberal thought, Always bringing
Karl Marx, Second-exposition,
Best because of lines in literature
Not Poetry, mayhem not good enough
With word went to foretell
Agencies of days in hell, wonderful,
Beyond all word smith in his heart
Of Rita Dove, his shaft, not priest
Nor doctor of philosophy,
Philosophy! What of words?
Is he not a bringer of pain,
Bringer of truth, teacher of rain?
Who wishes to seek his sunlight?

Though his words worked
All his life, seeking grace
He learns no one wants his truth
Reality. All stairs into caves must
Die of dust, or Fire flies, shadows
Widening caves of stone shut up
Thy neighbor of fallen Death
Could he or she but seek their rest
Shrinking light, seeking another night
Another destiny? Isn't split house
Paid for forty years of pain
They live without mortgages!
Before caves of Song in Disgrace,
Songs of Innocence, or storage.
What they gave in experiences,
Giving up one's license to travel life,
More Health insurance, with paid

Social Security, and Medicare
Which paid one thousand more
Brain Surgeries resist the tumor
AVM, young surgeon's art, stones,
Knot forgiven fire to child, daughter,
Prophets, aunts, piety beseeches
Especially wife in health of birth.
Where do politicians come measuring
Oath? Those who take vital minds
Heart's more ghostly Bill of, Rights?
Wrong, without senate powers
Delight of bones? Let Supreme
Court seeking Kennedy assign
Peaceful Mornings, into daylight
Disgrace in Loving Kindness,
Women presidents forsaken,
All else given, you would relent
Yourselves! Those who eat organ
Meats of oysters, pray for those who
Chant, "Shall we give each day
Sustenance, perhaps fatherhood?"

To open Aorta, keeping legs,
Shut, keeping the spirit of guts,
Each other, each other's pace.
Now in peace. Go into medicine,
Walk into open lines poetry,
Divorce her Gifts of God
Misplaced man shunts off window
Marylin's devotion, galaxy of Agape
Ignorance of schools without

Survival in villages, thousands
In pain in lands of global warmth.
He has found peace on Dogen,
Sitting daily, out of scholarship
Out of his own stains, he is free
Of curses because he sits, has
Precepts in his worth, does good
Now gives where they thought
Him tough, he is soft flesh,
Devotion to his own family,
Out of hate gone into atmospheres
Into stuff made of tranquility,
Overflow of verses graced
In willingness, in honesty,
His life is free, Ubasoku
Lasts forever, first discovered
Gift of love without Christian
Requirements, a gift of tranquility.


Gassho
Deep bows
Lend a Hand
sat two half hours,
Tie Shi
Calm poetry.

[Tai Shi]

Commentary, comments being right
Giving forth just another being let
Us understand placement of words.
Let us hear wind chimes in the breeze
Time passed, only if I could hear
And there I know nothing more comes
Of joy but thinking of the one true one.

Gassho
sat/lah

[Tai Shi]

Largely it is not so much the early poetry of William Blake, who also made artistic prints, and other forms of Art, color, stained and beautiful, that attracts the meaningful poetry of Blake as studied by contemporary critics. Literary criticism turned its eye not so much on Songs of Innocence and Experience, which did tangentially treat the themes of remaining in the present, but also Blake's careful study of the visual in opposites. As he moved into the later poetry, the most important themes emerged of selfless love between a man and a woman. In our present arrival in the 21st century, of a time marked as 2023 years of time on an agreed point in time, Blake in the early 19th century sought to depict selfless love when one is willing to give one's own life, for the love of another. People may and can give up life when the loved one is threatened with death. Exchange depicts ultimate love to realize that the loved one might live in spite of demands to die. This self-sacrifice is, for Blake, the ultimate act of love. Life precious between the beloved and the lover, resulting in the loved continuing, whereas the desire to present one's self as gift to the beloved. This is ultimate love, to William Blake, is life itself. Blake in some of his poetry depicts the ultimate willingness to continue living for the beloved as sacrifice. This is what one pledges in traditional wedding vows, but the other might be sacrifice between two friends. When one friend Lives in Platonic Love for the other, a Love which Plato explained in The Symposium, this Platonic Love Plato saw as the Highest Love. Blake as well implied that love between two friends, and going beyond is the Highest Love, and what else are marriage vows. In life with each other, my wife and I recognized this and had clergy include in his simple talk about one for the other, the ideas of Karl Rogers in his book Becoming Partners, an explanation of how the gift of life between two friends is ultimate, and takes time and care. This is love is a process of life giving life.
Charles E Taylor
Gassho
sat/ lah

[Tai Shi]

Flame Poetry

Here is open flame
Flame pit here poetry
Here flash of lightning

Electric fire, electric furnace.
This our white news,
This poetry of strife our due,

Earth below, star at evening,
Morning, rising twelve hours later.
Poem at earth, words of delight.

Gassho
sat/ lah

[Tai Shi]

Death Song

May we ever sing praise,
Days of old France nor fecund
Wine barrels, bulging with bright
Nectar, not alcohol, but sweet
Juices of Earth, brown liquid believed
Loam, silt full fecund, round, bovine
In belly, brought to Bright, forth
In Buddhahood, effervescent, fizzle
Found in blithe birth of healthy
Child brought forth in difficult
Round delay, seventeen hours
Of Labor, from 10:30 p.m. to
4:30 p.m. dire kicked hard every
Vessel brought to surface with blue
Skins vein drawn tight as I stood
Helplessly watching baby's mother,
New father hoping, fortelling what?
Fulfilling following forth bright evening
March 27th, 1989. Words into brilliance
She did follow into father's steps
Grown bright by poetry himself, more,
Calm. Merest memory of strife, love
Of brother behoving him less, his
Laughter his Zazen brightest zest,
Volume of darkest realm remaining
Into journey or of into jocund desire,
Delight, wuthering height weight,
Women brightly admired what where?
Why when how; he can only hope for
Bring to bedlam not fraught with fight
Now given Buddha freedom from desire
Breath of Fresh Aire, of flame forth
Salley forth. Let be at seventy-one,
Slowly, slower, slower, to gait
Desirous of simple rest, after dimed
Masterhood of blithe words, his
wisdom of delight comes to rest.
His mind at rest, resting further,
Farther asking with bright smile,
"What comes next?" What comes next?

Gassho
Deep bows
sat/lah

[Tai Shi]

Death Song

May we ever sing praise,
Days of old France nor fecund
Wine barrels, bulging with bright
Nectar, not alcohol, but sweet
Juices of Earth, brown liquid believed
Loam, silt full fecund, round, bovine
In belly, brought to Bright, forth
In Buddhahood, effervescent, fizzle
Found in blithe birth of healthy
Child brought forth in difficult
Round delay, seventeen hours
Of Labor, from 10:30 p.m. to
4:30 p.m. dire kicked hard every
Vessel brought to surface with blue
Skins vein drawn tight as I stood
Helplessly watching baby's mother,
New father hoping, fortelling what?
Fulfilling following forth bright evening
March 27th, 1989. Words into brilliance
She did follow into father's steps
Grown bright by poetry himself, more,
Calm. Merest memory of strife, love
Of brother behoving him less, his
Laughter his Zazen brightest zest,
Volume of darkest realm remaining
Into journey or of into jocund desire,
Delight, wuthering height weight,
Women brightly admired what where?
Why when how; he can only hope for
Bring to bedlam not fraught with fight
Now given Buddha freedom from desire
Breath of Fresh Aire, of flame forth
Salley forth. Let be at seventy-one,
Slowly, slower, slower, to gait
Desirous of simple rest, after dimed
Masterhood of blithe words, his
wisdom of delight come to rest.
His mind at rest, resting further,
Farther asking with bright smile
What comes next. What comes next?

Gassho
Deep bows
sat/lah

[L_Moore]

Never read or heard better. Jane SAT/tried to LAH

[Tai Shi]

Spring, let leap
Thoughts of song
we rise from sleep
Fill into sprouts
Except now as always
Robes after heart.
Heart always leading
Robe always follow
Blith of shooting
Greenery, one trodes
Not on green Haiku
Always with verse light
Anywhere the heavy not
Buddhas' mantal pure, say of old
Buddha heart, then of Robes
Blackened sun bright light.

Gassho
sat/ lah

[Tai Shi]

I learned trees silver
Tongues we shall withhold
Not greenery every season
Spring beginning warmth
Shoots into sky we sing
Of Heart Sutra light
Somber of heart
Sumber with Robe
Verse always, Summer
Hit Grape Vine of Heart
Sutra, Robe verse
As always into Zazen
Old Shaping all Heart
Sutra, then Robe Verse,
Fall that which same
Though green dispel
Zazen we sit, then
Say goodbye, in winter
With conifers dotting
Landscape Robe
Verse again to leave
Usury not, no lone
As in middle age
We simply say what
Has gone before
Winter back to spring
Again round seasons
Plods down millions.

Gassho
sat/lah

[Tai Shi]

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Gassho
Deep Bows
sat/lah
Taishi

[Tai Shi]

Sitting In Cold Spring

This no wondering
Surprise comes with chant
In Green Spring time

I taken by surprise
This is no enmity beware
When one sits morning

Though the sun shines
It is springtime of gladness
We wonder of this chant

Fortunate we sit
This to believe it warms
Finley our backs of blue

Oh Shariputra
This chant is late before noon
Bight to release greenery

Noise we listen once again
To spring blue chatter become
Chant nonetheless so kind

Sometimes we forgive
Our neighbors before summer
Chant in green blooms or red

Silence is not today
Intended but comes with spring
Clover and grown green spouts

Summer will silence
My chattering mouth not open
Yet diving into water of the mouth

Surprise digging brown
Loam of instrument machine
Spring workmen build roads
Disaster if not prepared to chant

Gassho
sat wondering why/lah
Tai Shi

[Tai Shi]

These Chants, Our Chants

I sit naked then
Dress for early morning
Summer light by surprise

Chant taken in green
Daylight surprise I carry
On to another Chant

Am I to sit still
Today I fill in surprised
Only to wonder why

Gassho
sat/lah
Surprised I bow
Tai Shi