Ango 2015 Poetry

[Jishin]

What a jerk!

I say to myself.

Gasho, Jishin, _/st\_

[Jakuden]

I am a jerk too
Concerning myself over
Life's inconvenience

[Nindo]

The first snow

soft flakes drifting
floating falling
ever so gently
melting on contact

on the asphalt
on the wooden stairs
one on my cheekbone
a cold tickle

each a prayer
each saying, hush
peace, peace, peace
be soft
let go

[Byokan]

soft flakes drifting
floating falling
ever so gently
melting on contact

on the asphalt
on the wooden stairs
one on my cheekbone
a cold tickle

each a prayer
each saying, hush
peace, peace, peace
be soft
let go

Sooo beautiful, thank you Nindo!

Gassho
Lisa
sat today

[Tai Shi]

I've been reading about stealing in The Mind Of Clover. This has come after reading about killing in the precept. To foster life is the same as generosity. In one comment I see others commenting about how the precepts intertwine. As I grow older, I see my life as one of service. For many years taking is all this poor kid knew how to do. Now that I am older I can give of my time. I volunteer in a number of ways. I will say that for years I took from my little family and gave little in return. That changed when I nearly lost my life 3 times. When one is faced with an incomplete life, one must change and place all at giving. Now I am faced each day with terrible pain. So my job is to find ways to give. I do not drive, depend on my beautiful wife who I love with my heart. It comes to this, what is more important things or life. Therefore the act of taking things is deeply rooted in the act of generosity. Time and understanding. This is what I offer Fugen please write to me?
Elgwyn
sat today
Gassho


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[Tb]

So my job is to find ways to give.
I do not drive, depend on my beautiful wife who I love with my heart. It comes to this, what is more important things or life. Therefore the act of taking things is deeply rooted in the act of generosity. Time and understanding. This is what I offer Fugen please write to me?

Hi.

Thank you, beautifully written.
Now the question becomes, how do we manifest this in life?

And thank you for your practice.

Mtfbwy
Fugen

#Sat2day

[Getchi]

I walk one path, alone.
SO many thoughts, so many loves.
Who should I meet but myself?
It thus ever was.

[Kokuu]

Fallen willow branch
the second ancestor stands
before Daruma


Huike, the second Zen ancestor, was reputed to have cut off
his own arm to demonstrate his determination to Bodhidharma
(Daruma): https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dazu_H...dharma_legends

[Sven]

You Live

for Brandon Lacy Campos

Watching your poetry series on YouTube
the retroactively ironic title, “I Live”
set against the previous in the playlist
unripe plums, metaphysics,
and Whalen’s meditation
on William Carlos Williams

Looking up from the digital
to the IRL window
the derelict blue house
its gutters hanging down
the tree scorched by fire
the vacant lot diagonal
where the house so recently burned
under renovation reclaiming the poetry
of a previous century’s architecture
gone in minutes of heat and electric fireworks
the lot now a graded smooth expanse
where once a firm frame structure stood
for a century or more

the sound of a car
tires crunching loose gravel
as it makes a U-turn
to head back up N. Rampart toward Poland

The meditative insomnia of memory
keeps my eyes open lids heavy
scorched leaves hanging brittle and brown
empty lot now the city cleared it
only char marks on back fence remain
the repetition of traffic turning 180°
at the center of the intersection

This vacant lot is not the house
wood is not ash, nor fuel fire
this street a dead-end yet a means to one
imperfect impermanent interconnected

A small dog barks twice
walking by with its owner
train whistle
a carpenter’s hammer

The living voice of dead poets
remembering dead poets
your words defy borders
the atoms of your body
expand out across the universes
in all directions and across all times
just as your legs spread wide across their limits
you defied their can’ts don’ts wont’s
and we love you for it

You live in ink in pixels in memory
your voice on the phone the week before
now more concept than cadence
the electric pop of dissolution
the unsuspected news on Facebook
even before the cell phone rang

Sound waves can’t be destroyed
the half life of your words’ radiation
will never reach zero
I replay the video
permanently transfecting the cosmos
with the vector of your defiance
Brandon you are still fine as Hell

11.24.15


Link to Brandon's poetry on my blog version...

[Ryumon]

A poem

Sitting on Sunday morning
Church bells peal, six notes descending, repeating
Sunlight breaks through the clouds,
It's warm rays illuminate my face
My cat yawns and stretches
The final bell rings and stops
Yet its memory lingers in the silence.



Gassho,

Kirk

#SatToday

[Shugen]

Thank you Kirk.

Shugen

#sattoday


Shugen
明道 修眼
As a priest in training, please assume I don't really know what I'm talking about....[emoji3]

[Shokai]

Wonderful !! Thank you for sharing this Kirk

gassho, Shokai

[Mp]

Thank you Kirk,

Gassho
Shingen

#sattoday

[Nindo]

I am going to publish this one in a local anthology.

Gassho
Nindo
sattoday



No trace of having entered the mountains

there’s comfort in knowing the names of mountains
- Bonhomme, Miette, Perdrix, Kerkeslin, Hardisty, Tekarra -
I want to write a poem about each of them

to capture how vistas open up on the drive in
and how the evening light makes a rock face glow
on the way home

how the layers of rock were thrust up
and came to stand vertically
and ice, water and wind ground and wore and dissolved

(does the rock miss the polishing touch
of the glacier that filled this valley?)

all this I want to write
but the breath-in, breath-out experience
of being (in) the mountains cannot be grasped
and using its name is not yet meeting the mountain

before language, mountains are
expressing themselves in continual change

in awe we become ordinary animals
that enjoy water and bread
and walk simply
with no name, rank or title
not even that of poet

[Byokan]

Wow, 2 in one day, we're rich! Thanks for posting, Kirk and Nindo, I love both of these.

Gassho
Lisa
sat today