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

[Tai Shi]

Surrounding disgrace
Into anger, into face,
Wounded leg, let us
Come, let me freeze
Blood blocks of ice
Reverence realize
Job, child of wisdom,
den of hope, death
Come be gone
Sediment sucked,
Despair of chemistry,
Dashed rocks, ice
Wrapped sting,
Of Fire, nephrology,
Protein found
Cancer, will biopsy
Ultimate fear,
Dashed against
Ulcered ingredient,
Face survive,
Buddha constrained
Feet of Buddha
Man like me,
Buddha golden
Statue with pain?
Joy, no joy, death, no
No death, moon
No moon, Cloud on cloud,
Buddha, Ananda,
Shariputra, I ask
Emptiness, no birth
No one, Softly silence
Emptiness gone
Shante, Shante, Shante.
Old men pass away.
Free like Buddha
Like tree, like leaf,
Like Me, like immortality.

Gassho
Tai Shi

[Tai Shi]

Need not be ostentatious,
Light giver at 5:00 am,
Sun comes bright later
Parting clouds, ringer sit
With others thought late
Though latter. Mind blank
Flowing like river in Sioux
Falls, Big Sioux my Shikantaza,
Rest all pain into pool of light
Eddy, bright in farm runoff.

Gassho
sat/ lah

[Tai Shi]

Oh Rich, such sweet Haiku, bring light verse again. We invite all who would post big or little poetry, and verses!

Gassho
sat/ lah

[Tai Shi]

Nengyoku, please bring your light bright poetry here again, Haiku bright; bring another experiment just as light!

Gassho
sat/ lah

[Tai Shi]

Awaken

We celebrate new cold return of Autumn
This white breath is real, our trees yellow
Orange, hint of green these poems dear
Above our morning chant out, sing Oh bard


Oh Buddha west, morning sphere, raising
Into smoke of South Dakota, in these
States, brought forth in Heart Sutra, clear
Oneness sit zazen, Shikantaza bringer Ubasoku

Singer in background quiet refrain, backward
Forward chant, renunciation we miss Verse
Of Atonement, Gatte, Gatte, Paragatte. Awaken.

Gassho
Return, Ubasoku
Out of pain which is pain
Deepest bows,
lah
Tai Shi

[Tai Shi]

Woodcutter's Hut

More hope I beginning of fall, white
Scintillates in future waking winter
Hands no longer follow ease, tinker
Behind hammering pots of poems
Delight word smith be disappear.
Stopping by woodcutters hut
Made of grass; maybe lives.
Tai Shi
sat/ lah
Gassho

[Nengyoku]

Carefully the petal falls
Clinging to the cool spring air
Wishing the asphalt were not so hot

Gassho,
Nengyoku
Sat

[Rich]

Jumping out of time
Into eternal presence
Joyfully aware

Sat/lah


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[Tai Shi]

Tod, than thank you for your help
Thank you for your verses, poetry
Please write these good lines again!

Gassho
sat/ lah

[Tai Shi]

Buddha Heaven

While they rest on earth,
Dream like blossoms
Last blooms of Summer.
Time for Fall of Life
Another day she witnessed
As they flew partners of insight,
As Dogen wrote geese to zenith
Flock of honesty our kindred,
Eating grain, seeds, breathe of air,
Water so clean. Time, January 10th,
2016, memory of Jukai,
As father left his heritage,
Wisdom mirage, this birthright,
Claimed at year's greatest Ango,
Contemplation, essence,
Washed with rain, tears
Clean recovered air,
Green growing earth,
Sky blue, brown growth.
Brightest future moral worth,
Memory of Buddha robes
Plainly adorned, alms bowls,
Our rakusu, thus sun, this light
Evening, noon, morning
Forth symmetry solid
Future sight, chlorophyl
Planting, universal stars
Their loving kindness,
Revie revealed indivisible
Side by side their fates
Intertwined in serenity
Child come true, mortality,
Their universal.

Tai Shi, calm poetry
Deepest Bows,
Our Gassho.

[Tai Shi]

Do Not Think

Pain whitens bones
In August while the next
Rain will wait for ended
Sides like at first pandemic
Now invented; more strains as
Public gets used to Chinese
Strains of viruses, so monkey
Pox invented to deal boasts
Of genetic engineering
To round eyes, destruction
In love nested lovers beginning,
Destroying another child in womb,
Deaminizing our eyes she gets
Inside. No one is listening,
In paradise without eyes.
My body wracked with pain
Wrist sieve around flesh
Without pupils dilatated flesh
Written over in delicious ending.

Gassho
Tai Shi

[Tai Shi]

In State Park Flowers

Time after time, Roses
Bloom of Black Eyed Susan, Begonias
Time of flower smell over in flight
for, less flowers more exhaust, people
Exploding, Pizza, Hamburger, pic nick
Not Lemonade from Connivence Store?

Enter child, three or four or five, popsicle
Suddenly Buddha Nature fills corner
Of dozens of flowers, some already in late
August gone to seed, more Stupas,
Of Day Lilies where lay the Hip Bones

Of the Buddha, Remember thus, We
All have capacity to become Bodhisattvas.

Gassho
Tai Shi

[Tai Shi]

Empty Midwesten
Midwestern Hope in Yellow Butterfly

Empty wading pool, electrified hands, pictures, taken with his used camera,
Body, accept Trees, maple planted here Midwestern United States silt
Willingness of smoke or torrents of water, burning hot doubt laden water,
Leave it to come to sweet spot to buy big dull V-6, V-8 pickups, :Luxury
Cars, live in $1200 a month apartments, work in credit cards, work at J.C.
Penney, teach new children, Black, Roses, Tan in a hundred shades, teach
English. Trees experienced at Parks where Monarch Butterflies flit no more.
Release, diadem of lunch, food plentiful when bread is $3.50 instead of $5.00
Reading, writing, cannot keep teachers because they will not pay living wages,
Essential is blue sky, jobs plentiful in fast food because work cannot kill earthen homes,
Of Gapping corn fields plowed under into acres and acres and acres brown clay,
Front yards of cheap houses built in fashion to make green money back,
Keep our valley, no buildings commence, factory of fabricated cement pipe,
Restless gather camera long zoom, short focus, walk safely to City Park,
Knifing incident west, shooting East, death it's happening everywhere, City Park
Wave black DSLR 18 to 200 auto Tele Zoom lens giving way to roses, no children,
Safety because see you shooting camera with squirrel, wren, flying creatures
Cannot enter safely clear magnet of other Park named with flowers, flowers,
This year, any type, give large postage stamp acres of petunias, begonias,
Calla Lilly, succulent so rare, this year yellow swallowtail butterfly, hope again.

Gassho
Tai Shi

[Nengyoku]

A toad sits on the lily
The lily does not rush anywhere
I sit on a zafu
And my mind races

Gassho,
Nengyoku
Sat

[Tokan]

Sat on my zafu, sun streaming through the window,
The net floating on the breeze, wavering patterns on the carpet.
I recall once sitting here with the vigour of youth,
spine erect, energy tingling through my body,
not a hint of pain, a mind empty of a life not yet lived.

Now the eyelids hang heavy, the threat of yawns - begone!
Pah! Tiredness, sore knees, a back that will not yield.
Only the mind is more supple these days, such that it accepts these woes.
My younger self would not have understood,
The place these battle scars take, alongside the good.



Tokan (satlah)