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

[Tai Shi]

The Outer Rim

Just my love and I see
As greenery, as we are,
We may be of reverie
Here is my memory of seas
Flowing deeply, Great Dogen.
I am flesh, oh we part days
Of old, of heart giving more

To all who look into night,
To birds who see
With bright being
Magnificently given
Life beyond who track
Optical sky,
Oath decries
Their current deep
Fleet from food

Majesty of poverty
Of water, of sand,
Who can be
Washed in pools?
Anemia, more
Opening Conversions,
Dalliance to wonder,

To sound roar
Off open water,
Wisdom earned.
Every door, open
Water, thin ice caps
Supplier of crowns
Of desire, never touching

Those fleeing Greed
Avarice, stolen life
Of wonder into Precepts,
Accidental hard shore
Who gives life, never
Takes? Forest burns,

From death, there will be
Children, more horrified,
Suppliers of beauty,
Truth beauty natural
As Japanese round earth
How trees grow,
To see, another earth.

Touch, looking up
At morning star, at fording
Pacific trench of Asia, of North
America, Africa, European
Channel across England, France
Russia, Black Sea, War
Reminder, children lost

Little ones who we lovingly
Save from peace, language
Reaching those reluctantly
From radio telescopes

Big Bang Theorems,
Perceived Homilies,
Recite love,
Buddhist Nuns flee,
Soto Chant sounded
Like Star Voyager
Outer Rim escaped
Humanity gone to

Outer space our
First traveler interstellar
Creation of gravity
We realize far-flung
Majesty of nothing.

Gassho
sat/lah
Tai Shi

[Lavender]

The greatest pains
Come to those who least fear them,
And none are more fearless
Than those who know not

To Know is to know
To feel is to feel
Perhaps it is best
Just to forget the whole deal

[Tai Shi]

Hello Lavender, your doggerel winds deep into the state of the tower leaning to the left. Come write again, and this time try an image of lake or grass. We hope to hear from you again.
Gassho
sat/lah

[Lavender]

The Moon rest on the tip of his finger,
Like morning dew on earthen blades.
“Where does dew end and grass begin?”
I ponder on the lakeside.

But as I sit
And look into the moonlit waters,
All I see is the moon
My face just beneath.


(Earthen blades? Gag me with a spoon.)

[Lavender]

The stray gnaws on rot,
And seldom tells the difference.
Between mutton and slop
There is little preference.

A light wisp of apple,
A strong scent of meat
The stray finds himself
At the end of his street

Into the window he leaps
But none within shriek
They treat this strange beast
With a lovely roast feast

[Tai Shi]

In Another Wisdom

This year corn and beans were not dead
This year rain for the first July in years, Commodities;
Soared; I am thirty-six years sober 10 days, fruited

Plains since five years ago on July 4th, then corn didn't
Sprout; beans lay in moments of weak economy.
Today it is July 12th. We drove to shop for dinner,

For my breakfast. Much said of our day's end;
When I find myself joyous; inflation stays in grocery
Store, here picking out our daily bread, and milk,


Last month, just days ago--ten dollars less.
Folks seventy-one, sixty-eight, another
Price hike means we see income deflate,

Cannot stretch dollars for my health; don't rise
To hate. Three years, money not president
Companies gouge less of public pocket books.

Today, relentlessly reaping profit from families;
Seventy decades senior's fixed income,
They buy less and less; money stretched.

Buddha Loving Kindness; gift of pause, we slept
To rise in morning song, despite groceries warehoused
In another wisdom of strange lands, freedom rings,

Mothers clutch children close; Christ answers,
To legislate less death; it's not the Christ's fault,
Or Buddha quietly in twenty-first century which

Simulates a world on the brink of another war.
My friend says she relates to Japanese nationalist.
He lived in the edge of Nagasaki, seventy-eight

Years ago, couples, families, worldly symptoms
Slowly sit in Shikantaza; priest says we might sit again.
Follow Buddha mitre, one more song of my friend's relief.

Gassho
Tai Shi
sat/lah
Lavender, your song rises above, on lives, oh do come again to write your poetry!

[Lavender]

Beautiful poem Tai Shi

[Tai Shi]

Lavender, please write your songs again. Another voice hear and set lives away from hate.

Gassho
sat./lah


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[Tai Shi]

End of Omaha

This morning is mortal. Father work to stay out of "a home" again.
Today’s life in balance yes you can relax
Talk to me again old friend, find him in your dreams.
Because if it becomes hard, Buddies cannot say amen
Morning, cease to grieve and mend Your ways
We cannot stay in house alone our own life to mend each day
Or stay alone. Cancer blight, maybe should be able to live, even to see!
Be at peace to see one more friend. One more time.
I cannot fathom you all alone. I cannot seek love only one way, reach out to your
Sister Your Brother. Likewise, I cannot lighten the tyranny of age,
You in Earling, me in home nearby Hartford, decide where to sit today.
You aren’t alone. You’re one more Zoom away, one more call, we stay in touch.
I am there to be, even now, don’t want to see you alone.
Suggestions, can remember we sat back to back, inadequate, reasoning in Omaha.
We cannot see one More time, do still have it all. Buddha life and cause?
Sure, if we intended our own heart or life or demise, my dearest effect is friendship!
I care for time, our time, and time again, and again.

Gassho
sat/lah

[Rich]

Without delusions
You see things as they really are
Without birth and death


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[Tai Shi]

Quantum Language

See and feel. Feel and think,
Forever sinking up down all-ways,
Link Quantum theory, my brain in Harvard
Hospital, research for demotions see
Directions infinite, solve brain tissue

Research for cellular antithesis, quantum leap,
Another dimension, after forethought poems
Reunited apps, apps denied smashing
Atoms of emotion, of peace, quantified,
In sector, numbers, intuition quantified.

Qualified poets understand intuition of predilection,
This rugged way is infinitely grave, apples of the sun,
Dimensions of free will, methods, sentient,
Distraction. Demonic mindfulness will split
The Atom, Electrons, smaller than eccentricities,

Tiniest particle in sums, photons, infinitely grave
Protection in human Elections, choice below
Above Truth found in races, two thirds of time,
Idiom of 4th dimension come to charge, amend
First in metaphors and parables, meteors,

Buddha, referendum of Christ, industry slippery
Allegory of dimensions built in supper colliders,
Computers of her life, reality communion opened
Loops in nucleus, come closer to collisions
In next relation to decades of ideas,

This phone built in fall filters Bell
To transmit Eve, creation myth from rib
Then Allegory of Beowulf, Anglo-Saxon,
Blind language first added to reactor, predilection,
Milton's poetry, this troubadour, this Dharma,

Of Christ's virtues, par excellence, able
Nero transmitter, for overflow of Homer solved
In dimensions of this universe, beauty
Then Truth, which beautifies, transmits all
All Poetry, then predictor, Iliad spitting

Atoms into electrons then, light Democracy
In Athens, fifty years. Socrates, radiation light
Platonic resonance beyond light, very of God,
God, unnatural universal fortunetellers,
Ultimately, rhetorical narration,

Penalties, tellers of future partivals blown
Apart into Proton story, spilling out light
God's spectroscopy in Paradise,
Fallen Angle's random essences, dialects,
English, Japanese, or Chinese, or Russian

Until English realizes space-time at once,
All traces executed into languages become story
Triad essences, died in time or space, in actions
Transcended mode thunders, discourse, central
Theory that all Language is artistic,

Socialist then becomes the 20th Century
Poetry is still this moment of the 21st Century,
Of transitive verb, emotive modality evolve,
Essence more elision, Liberal capped
Fashioned Sculpture of Sophia, Beethoven's

Wisest quartets in speechless demise,
Of what's left out of finding life
In each Brain cell, to repair mitochondria
Love, will transcend gold ingots from lead,
All illusions, languages unraveling to figure

String theory, thinner than fiber, O chum thesis
Oh human theory, only rain drop atop hill
In Tennessee when round we find all revolutionary
Mind another rotation, Reactor Not binary
Because poetry transits all words

Transmitted once, talking here then there
Unexpectedly, turning into Foucault propulsion,
Pendulum to Adam's razor, golden bough
Parceled out, Seen already two parables, more
Wise virgins split, oh, Buddha our mental

Creation in Equality. We find more cause
Effective answers to Quantum couplets
In all languages, evening words at play
The predictor of fusion, more story astray
Metaphor, gone wild, more trope,

Binary reactor, another partial
Wonder of creation, multi Dimensional
Drones in ovens of Metal Realizations.
Come Mishawaka Dues. Song breezes
Indigenous peoples, gone astray,
The White Men marveled agony.

Gassho
sat today
Tai Shi
Lent a hand

[Nathan Noble]

When I was 26 I got Lyme disease. During my treatment for it I spent 54 Days very weak, and barely able to do anything.
A river runs along the North border of my property, and one of the few things I managed to do during this time was sit on the bank with my Cat. One day while doing this, I witnessed this...


-Calm Acceptance
I saw a Heron pluck a fish from the water.
It was so peacefully still. No splash, No sound, barely even a ripple. The fish didn't even struggle, just rode off in the herons grasp... It made me think that fish traded It's fate,for it's only chance to fly.

[L_Moore]

GOING HOME

Going home to where you've always been.
Pilgrimage? No.
Just a children's game of hide and seek.
No rules, no goals, just thus.

L_Moore, sat 7-15-2023.

[L_Moore]

THE DHARMA IS MY ROCK

THE DHARMA IS MY ROCK -- A poem composed by Sensei Koyo Kubose, date unknown:

Many things are happening
In my life right now.
Underlying it all
The Dharma is my rock.

Beyond sorrow and joy
The Dharma is whispering
Everything is Okay,
Even when things are not going Okay.

Eyes full of tears
Heart heavy with pain,
Stone therapy helps me see
The suchness of all things.

Being embraced by the Dharma
I will live a life of Oneness
Where the universal and infinite
Touch the particular and finite.

Yes, I will struggle;
Yes, things may not turn out
Exactly the way I would like.

Yet, I will keep going with a smile
Because I know
The Dharma is my rock.

[Tai Shi]

Mistake on under Tree

The usual joy escapes me
I am false, I am not free
Mistakes abound, mistakes
Do not glorify Gautama
Buddha, or Jesus Christ,
All is sorrow, mistakes
Do not glorify eternal "yes."
I have committed eternal "no."

Rapture of positive escapes me.
Nothing in my life lies obvious
Except that I mistakenly
Said somewhere he not is eternal,
She is eternal, "no." What could
Sketch, draw, or color into what

I have done? Where am I
In error? Thorough beginnings
Mouth, body, and mind?
In pain of sorrow, in speech,
Thought, or deed, now
I atone for them all! I
Grieve up, I feel all pain,

Am in all Error! Some place
Some time, Some way,
I have committed previous
Error of indecision, or dream
Wise act or never, I atone for
Speech thought or deed,
No where, no sand or earth
Water divides.

Atonement is all in perception
All in live action whether
In ignorance or knowledge
No written record can stand
In clay tablet, song, or written
Paper language. All is bleak, all
Woe, give over to Buddha,
Yes, too Christ. To sin,
Error,

I join under Bodhi Tree, Evening Star,
Morning earth and planet, Earth
In heaves figuratively,
Plainly, or obviously all
Is an attempt at forgiveness,
Ten thousand Buddhas
In, under, on Tree, under Wise

Buddha I withhold nothing, strong
Is my submission, my Desire,
No Greed is the average, give
Up possessiveness, all grasping.
Wonder individuality, note-
Worthy, wonder of creation
Offer atonement, offer sorrow.

Find again, of Jesús or
That above Wise wisdom, Buddha,
Christ. That which is God, not God
Which has no place in eternity,
This is the wonder of creation,
That not created, not formed?
That which is Created and Formed.

Gassho
sat/ lah