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

[Tai Shi]

End of Escape

This seventy-six F degree
Speed of air, withering
Riding over sea foam
To distant lands, some

Wisdom, some taught
Children, some community
Come together, wither not
Upon vines of indispensable
Thoughts, without dignity
We return to cat-
Like behavior, stalking
Pray, defeating another
Sunrise comes naked
Air. When will purely
Behavior realize
Falsity when this
Populace, return to
Come back to death
Knoll of desire, when

Humanity drinks
From spring of wisdom,
Spring of that which
Is taught with human
Endurance, with gathering
These to rivers of blood
This end of human dealings
What more we rise
Above our own death.

Gassho
sat/lah

[Tai Shi]

Day Lilies. Night Roses

I too have this joyful
Day for all my Zendo
Day lilies, more roses,

Friends, remember
I sit for each of you
Who have pain, sorrow

Wisdom renewed
Without more tumors,
Upon this white

Pink, purpled. Land let
Each. Of us know we are
There for each other.

Do sit tirelessly,
Sit with each stanza,
Sentence, word be poetry.

Weep not my people.
We can celebrate more
Than we know.

sat/lah
Deep now
Gassho

Calm Poetry
Each word this poem.

[Onkai]

Gassho, Onkai

[Tai Shi]

For Onkai

My dear friend Onkai,
When you say you
Like my poetry, I take
Notice because you

Are sensitive, and caring
You know what poetry is,
What we see in each other
See as poetry in others

You notice things like
Purpled faces, or bright
Ideas, bright minds,
For roses in delight

Daylilies come and go
You do not, you are
Faithful, listen to Onkai
Dear friends because

She is faithful without
Desire, she only seeks
To praise, to satisfy
Too give from well of love.

Listen carefully to authenticity
Listen to Onkai. You may
Not find more authentic
Person in your neighborhood.

Gassho
sat/lah

[Onkai]

Thank you, my dear friend Tai Shi. Such kind words!

Gassho, Onkai
Sat lah

[Tai Shi]

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

I believe what I said that you would be a good friend to Marjorie! She is very shy and finds it hard to talk to people because of how intelligent she is. She earned a 4.0 at University of Iowa and earned 3.95 in her MA in anthropology. Her research was on the Navajo Nation. She studied women with alcoholic husbands who were not in their teens but older. She studied coping skills of the Navajo women. I taught at Navajo Community College while she studied the women and described in a model developed by Northwestern University. She studied a few museum classes and we had chosen the two most difficult subjects to get jobs. There were no jobs in English or anthropology. I found a full time teaching job in Columbus, NE eventually we moved to Colorado and I got sober we had Laurel. On May 10, 2024 Laurel will be in Washington University auditorium for her Hooding ceremony. We will drive there and be there to support her and celebrate with her. Dr Laurel Ann Taylor. Professor of Japanese at University of Denver.

Gassho
sat/lah
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[Onkai]

Congratulations to your daughter! It sounds like you're a family of scholars. I'm sure I would appreciate that if I met all of you.

Gassho Onkai

[Tai Shi]

Onkai you are so good to others and you deserve to be a Priest. You will be Reverend Onkai. I think of all the hard work it takes to be of service to our friends and those in need. I was in higher education for 25 years. I never thought I would be able to do so well in school but I am grateful for my education and good genes. For me it was always hard work.
Gassho
Deep bows to Onkai.
sat/lah


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[Tai Shi]

Women Who Teach Me

These are women who suffer,
Birth pangs; who teach this blight
Caused by men, all sisters, wife,
Daughters, these women teach
Us all; all who look no farther than
Their noses in spring to understand
Only part of sister's pain; wives
Mothers, daughters, in-laws, women,
In travail, who shoulder growth
Yes, inside of time, of universal
Love, of bodies soft as light,
Withstanding storms, other sights.

Spring flowers open. Male, female
One plant to all seed, all humans
Take two. They mate in this beautiful
Dance of life, to spawn little ones,
Opening seed pods, opening to women
Ones who bringing that travail
Bare children, or do not to bare.

Withstanding men, men who suffer
Their own remarkable pain, women
Who give us birth, my only friends
From Sioux Falls, Omaha, Des Moines,
Friend Larry, and Harvey died as they
Told me soon women forget their pain,
Forget this child born to understand,
Reality of three score, two score, less
Than two young kids to mother who

Mothers their boys and girls in gardens
Of true love's happiness, difficulty
Of seeding children who grow up
To their own lives. Soon reality flowers,
Flowers with those men, with spring,
With summer growth, fall seeding
Again, winter like our ageing bodies.
Seventy-two, growing older. Children
Day by day, years away from my
Own death, my ownership of body,

Walking with six appendages
One walker with four wheels,
Two feet pushing before me,
Over land, over hills, with help
Of hands with women, mothers
Gone, In-laws going, wives, sisters
Sheltering like men, like brothers
Like husbands, brothers again
With hearing lost except their aids
Electric. These women bore him
Of her all inflammations. Of sky
Insidious. Germs, limbs entwined
Another in this dance of life,
In life; flowering trees apart

Of fire. In more travail of seed
Again planted human nature, pyre
Into our ground of being, into life
Eternal gathering of this reality
To teach us all to dance in night,
In painful losses of frail bodies,
Going. Hair lost, of men, as bent
Women stooping with age like people
Gone. Sisters all like old trees,
Of growth stands which chopped down
As fire wood. Sages told me as they died
Of bladder cancer, of mopping hallways,
Floors in this hospital of our own travail
That I too, soon would also die.
Some women brought to graves
Their own desire, some nature
Arighted light of darkness
In another death, another
Child gone again.

Gassho
Tai Shi

[Kaitan]

The earth is round
And blue like an orange

-Eielson

Just found this Peruvian poet that looks very interesting, I felt some here would like him.

Gasshō

stlah, Kaitan

[Tai Shi]

I Go to see Doctor, Daughter
Became of Philosophy.

When I arose with pain, we said let us go
You and I, felt that pain in my large body
Grown tight as blue, as glue, as leather
Becomes rare, My newI wear to break them
In, as I would stallion's saddle, worn
To zero worth to grain of sand dunes
I tell her here is notify medication, of ponies
On this earth, not like other planets Mars
Victory, Asteroid,. moon, Earth slips' awaY, not
Planet pure from star not formed far away
94,295 million miles gone astray int gass
Giant someday 93 million astronomers now
Can tell us with accuracy How I said naked sun
How I Know we were always wrong now
We show with science on our side has gone,
Humankind was always wrong, Was always
Kind. Now written in books more distant, more
Than always More Than 93 million miles to shore
Than 94 million miles away, who knew, then more
Can count to one million, let alone, can see
Ninety-four million, do I remember all teaching
My grade school teacher, Mr V.W. van man
Richard Nash had classes each count high to 1000,
On paper writing each number pure childhood
Numbers in blue black ink with those, black shaped
Funny pens they made us all go dull to school
Window to buy from secretary in sixth grade
Why do I remember pure selling, counting to one-
Thousand even now when I turn pages of book
This year to aged more than seventy-three years
Old, then I thought that year even then as
Before I was promoted to smart Advanced
Track seventh grade, Miss Anderson, crone
Well into her sixty-fourth year, old woman
Would not retire, That mean old lady why
English teacher, how she cowered, craved
To know I was well beyond her years
When university education at University of Iowa
My advanced University, she failed promotion
Became no Engineer, but university grade
School teacher no Professor with her B.A. gone
At seventy-two I shall probably be far beyond
Live to seventy-three, beyond her years
Of death my father, Lenard spells his name
Funny, I always thought dad's father Elgwyn
Sixty-nine was too long to spell my middle
Name when I was in first grade, then when
How have have I gone before, beyond, until
Sixty-eight when mother died of her exotic
Breast cancer what would I die from, would be
From cancer I worried would I die soon or late
Of cancer when I saw aunt Alice in wheelchar
Die from exhotic form of cancer, Romantic
I was in Jr. High, then Mr Parker taught me,
Gave me in ninth grade, he could give an A
Have written to Grinnell College where
One letter of recommendation, Far away,
For me to study in finest School with scholarships
In Iowa, my advisor at my graduate University
Of Iowa, for my M.A. Ed.S. would say smarty pants
Yers that school was fine, hers was PhD, daughter
Professor Clark taught at Air Force Rocky Mountains
Academy in Colorado Springs, where I would
Go beyond cadets but thought in Jr. High seventh
Grade Colorado Springs seemed long into sky,
Exhotic for away I would read much Science, exhotic
Fiction began my work grinding six inch-Plexiglass
Reflecting telescope, I could better know how
Not to spell telescope so I in ninth grade, Jr High
Grade took from Mr Parker, from that A, Mr Parker
Knew General Science Class, then in twelfth
Grade Physics I earned another A again. would go
To Grinnell, Tim Dennis helped me study wave
Formulas, he had gone away to study nationally
To Grinnell College. I thought like professor he
Of Timothy he was oh so smart at eighteen, so I
Would someday study Bodhisatava, Great Zone
Of Being Came to realize how four million Buddhas
We all are just ninety-four million miles, two hundred,
Ninety-five and more miles away from The Sun,
Galactic volunteer atmosphere, expanse nothing
To Buddha, to Tathagata Buddha, To their Gods
Or to me, I am infinity,-two, a long, long, long
Away from Mr Peterson's Wave Theory Physics
Class, for I am Buddha with my Plexiglass mirror
Rather bought delight so this year ninety-three.
Ninety-four, perhaps me ever more than 94-
Million miles away from the sun. I would keep
Growing. Even more I grow to ninety-four beyond,
What I say is what I am isd what I am will be more.

Sat/lah
Written again thing
Of beauty, I give great
Bows, dignified, stately
As Emperor of Japan
Gassho Buddha nature
Tai Shi, peacefully
Ninety-three million
Miles away more, I see.
More Majesty, Beauty,
Buddha let be, peacefully.

[Tai Shi]

Freedom in Love,
Essential Being

As I lay n agony
My darling wife did attend to me
Did sooth my body, touched
With hert hands, soothed
My aching pain with every
Love, I responded as man
Touched, as responding as
With Zazen and application
Of Shikantaza, as it is, as it was
As reality penetrating body,
Mind, soul, every part as
With reality, as with loving
Touch, as with Loving-Kindness
As with held touch, as medication
Of soothing essence, as with every
Desire, as with helpfulness, as with
What will give relief, as with our
Desire for many as 42 years
44 years together every
Commitment, I vow to you
Our daughter become PhD,
As with our entire family, as with
Your 12.8 at retirement as our
Love most pleasant, my pain
Dissipate, and our love penetrate,
So I say I love you with every pour
With every cell of my body,
We have learned withholding,
We played with consent, every
Essence, every sking time together,
May we ever request never to take
Without permission and violate
Essential needs, asking ever to make
Beautiful love again, I have stopped,
As I promised to keep you safe
Ease of giving for this man
I give you every essential
part of my body and gratitude
For relief and final solution,
Finding freedom from hurting
Body with giving power, medication
Shikantaza, zazen, gratitude, let
Us be together immortally, ever.

Gassho
Deep bows
sat/lah

[Tai Shi]

Let Me in End of Spring

Yes, I celebrate end of spring
As I celebrate, day, night
Morning afternoon, her vision
In my eyes, as I weep for her,
For Her eyes, yet she sees me
White as clouds white as snow
In early spring first cold, then love
Her deeply, we would seem

As awkward as stone, elegant
As daylight, as withered early
As summer, we sit blithely Sunday
After Saturday into our eyes
He is eternal is he sixth precept,
Lacked of drunk, intoxicant we
Know window of delight we are
Each devouring each of us like
Stones thrown by young ones,

Like our eyes elegant as desire
Thinking in a mountain, Long's
Peak Eternal as intoxication
Nothing. freed from ice caped
Is it morning dew, daylight drying
Our only eyes elegant in your
Beauty as boat rowed simply
To shore needing no island, no
Dirt; we walk on land freely as
We are creatures as no island
Rising out of river like mountains
Like shortened trip we ice, making
Our way around fire for freedom's

Only love light in dew gone up
In vapor, yet freeing our breathe
Our respiration our lungs expunged,
Released like vapor of sun's light
Each kindness given freely like
Trees, like milkweed for monarch
Stripped with black, orange so bright,
Single with elegant velvet wing, singing
Oh brightness of radiant wisdom gone
I know in our harbor of landing for water.
Kyousui, Kokuu, Onkai, Meian, friends

Supreme Marjorie 68, she lives with me,
Grand but we are quick to know each
Other, end of spring is beginnings all
Summer, all morsels of food even
Even light rays evenly dispersed freely.
Freely, we give each other once again,
We are ending desire, now to hurt us so.
Our love light, fire shown brightly, alone
To be together ever after in delight, in light.

Gassho
sat/lah

[Onkai]

You're becoming prolific, Tai Shi. This last poem expresses joy, I believe, yet it is tender.

Gassho, Onkai
Sat lah

[Tai Shi]

Results of our Metra

I hurt this morning to sit
Into destiny, old fire brought
Of inflation, given more to me
Of strength again, air of breath
This Blood of Buddhahood, slowly
Home again, bring to me freely
To that final resting place
Where I may receive my meaning
Of my Wisdom, Taste clear spring
Water. Drink of essence

Liquid of ablation. lessons
Of listening to Kyousui, you
You are this Buddha. graciously
Teaching me well, slowly, easily
Taught me to wait, to listen
To all this symphony of pain
Results in our brotherhood.
Results of our time together,
Results of our simple Metra
In wise loneliness of needing
Everything we learned, of love
More together pain within bones,
Pains of migration into oceans
More than minds into thoughts
Of Real equations of our lives
Skies of liquid air, of creations
Our songs of arrival to our destiny.

Gassho
sat/lah