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  • Tai Shi
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    • Oct 2014
    • 3447

    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
    Peaceful, Tai Shi. Ubasoku; calm, supportive, for positive poetry 優婆塞 台 婆

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    • Tai Shi
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      • Oct 2014
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      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
      Last edited by Tai Shi; 05-20-2023, 02:25 PM. Reason: by line
      Peaceful, Tai Shi. Ubasoku; calm, supportive, for positive poetry 優婆塞 台 婆

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      • Tai Shi
        Member
        • Oct 2014
        • 3447

        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
        Peaceful, Tai Shi. Ubasoku; calm, supportive, for positive poetry 優婆塞 台 婆

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        • Tai Shi
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          • Oct 2014
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          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
          Last edited by Tai Shi; 05-30-2023, 02:58 PM. Reason: fall/ diction suggestion
          Peaceful, Tai Shi. Ubasoku; calm, supportive, for positive poetry 優婆塞 台 婆

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          • Tai Shi
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            • Oct 2014
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            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
            Last edited by Tai Shi; 05-30-2023, 02:55 PM. Reason: line break
            Peaceful, Tai Shi. Ubasoku; calm, supportive, for positive poetry 優婆塞 台 婆

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            • L_Moore
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              • Mar 2023
              • 23

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

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              • Tai Shi
                Member
                • Oct 2014
                • 3447

                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
                Last edited by Tai Shi; 05-31-2023, 12:29 PM. Reason: nothing
                Peaceful, Tai Shi. Ubasoku; calm, supportive, for positive poetry 優婆塞 台 婆

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                • Tai Shi
                  Member
                  • Oct 2014
                  • 3447

                  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
                  Last edited by Tai Shi; 05-31-2023, 12:38 PM.
                  Peaceful, Tai Shi. Ubasoku; calm, supportive, for positive poetry 優婆塞 台 婆

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                  • Tai Shi
                    Member
                    • Oct 2014
                    • 3447

                    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
                    Peaceful, Tai Shi. Ubasoku; calm, supportive, for positive poetry 優婆塞 台 婆

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                    • Tai Shi
                      Member
                      • Oct 2014
                      • 3447

                      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
                      Peaceful, Tai Shi. Ubasoku; calm, supportive, for positive poetry 優婆塞 台 婆

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                      • Tai Shi
                        Member
                        • Oct 2014
                        • 3447

                        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
                        Peaceful, Tai Shi. Ubasoku; calm, supportive, for positive poetry 優婆塞 台 婆

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                        • Tai Shi
                          Member
                          • Oct 2014
                          • 3447

                          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.
                          Last edited by Tai Shi; 06-29-2023, 01:46 PM. Reason: reworking
                          Peaceful, Tai Shi. Ubasoku; calm, supportive, for positive poetry 優婆塞 台 婆

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                          • Tai Shi
                            Member
                            • Oct 2014
                            • 3447

                            Note, all poetry written or posted here remains copyright of the poet. Rules, appropriate laws apply that if your poetry has your name on it is your property, copyright laws apply. Poems must be excerpts of others poetry, noted source, and public, or noted as in MLA, and your poetry remains your poetry property for up to and more than 70- years. Treeleaf Zendo does not pay for poetry written and/or posted here.
                            Gassho
                            sat/lah
                            Last edited by Tai Shi; 06-14-2023, 02:35 PM. Reason: addition
                            Peaceful, Tai Shi. Ubasoku; calm, supportive, for positive poetry 優婆塞 台 婆

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                            • Tai Shi
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                              • Oct 2014
                              • 3447

                              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
                              Last edited by Tai Shi; 06-14-2023, 04:44 PM. Reason: stanzas
                              Peaceful, Tai Shi. Ubasoku; calm, supportive, for positive poetry 優婆塞 台 婆

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                              • Tai Shi
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                                • Oct 2014
                                • 3447

                                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
                                Peaceful, Tai Shi. Ubasoku; calm, supportive, for positive poetry 優婆塞 台 婆

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