[Arts] My autumn poem

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  • Onsho
    Member
    • Aug 2022
    • 100

    [Arts] My autumn poem

    Every year I am born from the frost, thrive in the sun, and I die in the snow.

    I am a flower that emerges from the frozen ground to take place in the yearly cycle. I get blown in the wind. I get nurtured by the rain and the shade. I feel content, and I sow my seeds to start the process once again before sinking back into the autumn mud.

    Deep in my bones I’m beginning to feel my pedals loosen, winter is coming.
    Rest is coming.

    Every year I am born from the frost, thrive in the sun and die in the snow.


    Gassho,
    Keith
    Satlah
    Last edited by Jundo; 09-28-2022, 12:23 PM.
  • Mark-us
    Member
    • Apr 2021
    • 38

    #2
    Thank you for posting this poem. It is beautiful and fitting for the fall weather where I live.

    Gassho,
    Markus
    Sat

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    • Rocio
      Member
      • Jul 2022
      • 39

      #3
      Beatiful

      Sat today
      Rocío

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      • Jundo
        Treeleaf Founder and Priest
        • Apr 2006
        • 39270

        #4
        Lovely!

        You might enjoy our poets corner, Keith, where on might hang with the other Zen Bards.



        (Later, I will move your poem over there so that we might keep it around).

        Gassho, Jundo

        stlah
        ALL OF LIFE IS OUR TEMPLE

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        • Onsho
          Member
          • Aug 2022
          • 100

          #5
          Amazing! I didn’t know we had a place like that here. I just found it in the practises category.
          It looks cozy there. Thank you for directions, I didn’t even know I was lost.

          Gassho,
          Keith
          Satlah


          Originally posted by Jundo
          Lovely!

          You might enjoy our poets corner, Keith, where on might hang with the other Zen Bards.



          (Later, I will move your poem over there so that we might keep it around).

          Gassho, Jundo

          stlah

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          • Mokuso
            Member
            • Mar 2020
            • 159

            #6
            Originally posted by Keith
            Every year I am born from the frost, thrive in the sun, and I die in the snow.

            I am a flower that emerges from the frozen ground to take place in the yearly cycle. I get blown in the wind. I get nurtured by the rain and the shade. I feel content, and I sow my seeds to start the process once again before sinking back into the autumn mud.
            Deep in my bones I’m beginning to feel my pedals loosen, winter is coming.
            Rest is coming.

            Every year I am born from the frost, thrive in the sun and die in the snow.


            Gassho,
            Keith
            Satlah

            my autumn poem, quickly translated from Swedish to English.

            My hands they are shaking.
            When I know what they cause
            and not an apple exists that tastes.
            Fear, regret and worry
            builds an ever-larger nest.
            What kind of faith it breeds.

            There is a fire at the nearest farm.
            Someone drives around in an old Ford.
            Stops and happily shouts record.
            The fire engine cannot be heard with its screeching
            and I can't bring myself to go out.
            The water has run out anyway.

            Autumn has now made its entrance.
            I take my newspaper and eat a pie.
            Sees a country drowned by a wave.
            Stormy winds, bombs and guns.
            I burn my tongue and swear.
            Yes, that's the way it is.

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