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

[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]

In case my wanderings were not clear, Everything you place on our Sangha, Treeleaf Zendo, is yours. All writing of yours cannot be used without your expressed permission. All copyright, everything, all writing anywhere everything is yours; Jundo and I let go into our beautiful places we appreciate is yours, everything no matter what or how. All cannot be used by Treeleaf, myself, or any other person on the Zendo or out of the Zendo without your permission. This is the law. You are covered by copyright law.

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

[Tai Shi]

So I write my Poetry

I've written many times.
As I love flowers and orchids,
My mind is free of blemish,
As my face is my face
As I see myself ordinary
That is who I am,
I am wonderful
Plain or handsome with my
Clothing on as as I may
Write beauty, and not
So beautiful, life short
I take heed to not squander
My life, my end of life
Stiven to awaken, that's
Just me, that's just me.

Gassho
sat/lah
Tai Shi

[CamilaDeOliveira]

A few short ones:

Raindrops

Raindrops
Like piano notes
What a wonderful
Symphony Of Peace




Let Go

Petals Fall Gently
Petals Gently Grow
In The Garden Of Gentleness
Nothing
To Let Go.



Little Bird

I tried to save
A little bird
From the cat’s hungry mouth
Next morning
He died alone
I died too.




No News

No News in the News
Asuras and Devas
Dragons and Hungry Ghosts
Tigers and Demons
Rolling in The Wheel Of Time
I Sit with All Of Them

Gassho
SatLah

[Tai Shi]

I have thought conditions should be stated for some time so here are conditions so stated, and remember you may publish as many times here as you like. I plan at your digressions, or an publication or a book. We may publish no book at all. These conditions apply to poetry or writing here and anywhere I take care of writing. Criticism and
remarks of professionals is limited. If you would like to contribute your own work, you can do so at will as I might contribute contents that is only in part or complete, but only if you like just your publications. At this point I have I have no title. I would announce any book, and subject to your approval. If we do we so, no cost to you. I choose a title reflecting a Treeleaf anthology, and we publish through Amazon's free service at no cost to you. You, of course, keep full copyright and take no profit with Treeleaf Zendo. This is just for fun, and we may clear with Jundo first. I have wanted for some time to represent our Zendo in poetry and writing. I would be credited only as Editor, but it would be up to you to make sure your poetry is LETTER AND PUNCTUATION PERFECT or not ,BECAUSE, we will not change it. Just copy and paste or leave here as is, and make sure language not obscene, and you provide a small remark giving your permission if needed. The only customers here would be our Zendo so any profit would be given to Treeleaf Zendo if published here and not here. We can make no profit here. It is so all money goes back to you, not for profit here-- no money for Kindle books at all--it's, your waiver to Treeleaf tmake only collection of your work and no claim. Limit is two (2) poems if published, limit in threads as many times as you like. If you like only one (1) in any publication, okay. Amazon gives back 70% and keeps 30% and of course in you waiver as you would allow it. Your copyright is given or implied. No price, and cover and design entirely with stock methods if any book. We make this a free book on Kindle, and only once in copyright page. If free, Amazon takes no profit for any Kindle! If this a project you should consider--only a consider this. Good for a one time venture? Jundo, please state your opinions I'm subject to the same rules, so there is no pay to Jundo or me; only one or two poems in any book. All of you may publish all your work here because you retain all copyright stated or unstated. My work before and after is my own work entirely except where cited. Two poems in any book that is submit to Treelea as mine, and you state your opinions here, subject to your entire waiver, copy or writing here, and any revisions. I give my permission as free editor. I take nothing, just for fun. If we do this I make mine, my work only as in my poetry, and I make any other books mine, my own books to do as I please, are are yours. Any other publishing is only in part, in my own poetry only my work. Even and any of these conditions of course apply to any writer here and elsewhere in poetry or other writings. You may publish any and all poems as many times as you like here. You may edit as many times AS YOU LIKE. Treeleaf Zendo Poetry thread is free, and I am editor of my writing, as you are of your writing. You may publish any and all poetry as many times as you like, so long here is not obscene. I make winn no changes in your poetry.
Gassho
Deep Bows
sat/ lah
Tai Shi

[Tai Shi]

Winging your Destinations

Arrival of daughter, I sit zazen.
Mother wonders, "Will music
Call?" My best friend waits,
Speaks of Saturday's Creation
From Missouri, your voice,
St Louis, thoughtful gratitude
Said in accolades, seas of Coral.
Forever grasping deep breath,
After breath. Companion givers,
Your womanhood in Millions
Of stars, vacuous galaxies,
Matter devoid of desire.
Founders, luminous is nature,
Inquisitive labor, enlightened
Life your neighbor, vision
Of Requiem. Lucid difficulty,
Desire pours into your vessels,
Flames in books. Wisdom
Harvested, given virtue,
Sacred bird, or empty swan,
Birds in our Maples, East
Window, child of equanimity,
Invisible are Pearls. Thoughtful
Vision of Solemn imperfections,
My insidias gift is your freedom.

Gassho
sat, lah
Tai Shi

[Tai Shi]

I sat twice in cold May crisp
Air, beneath my window,
Much happens as birds wake
To song, life moves me into life
More of my tea, which I shall warm
Again, flavor nearly lost in Zazen

Gassho
sat, lah
Taishi