Posts Tagged ‘Letting Go’
July 15, 2014

all the pebbles drop
there are stones in my body with
space around them and through them
there is a feeling of solid when paying attention
it vibrates and disperses
seeds begin elsewhere
dropped from the bowels of birds
their heads with clouds squeezing out the water
the atmosphere and soil retain
little clear roots dig into being;
lick between the drops, the tongue
splits content; solid until it’s eaten
blood is hope flavored
the birds stop singing and
the pebbles steam; i’m in love with
the smell of concrete after rain
this foot wet, this foot dry

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March 14, 2013
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August 16, 2012
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June 26, 2012

Insideidea Lepidoptera
the moth clings to the inside of the heart
it is dying to love
the one to which the heart belongs
it cannot fly free because it is afraid
of the idea crawling around inside the mind
of the one to which the mind belongs
the idea has no body;
yet, it crawls and climbs and claws
trying to shred the moth

Yayoi Kusama at the Whitney Museum July 12, 2012 (how very auspicious..)
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May 9, 2012

appreciating the corner
In the corner is a space
where stacked are bits of other corners
warps and wefts, porous and knocking.
they lean, waiting, quietly subdued,
tilted and jumbled, gathering dust
and like grandma’s sofa, wrapped,
in preparation for a celebration.
That crushed velvet never felt
the wind upon it, in her lifetime.
But someone somewhere now
might make a raincoat of its covers one day; especially
since it had a built in zipper which
went from corner to corner to corner to corner
So similar will
the still filling colors in squares of all sizes and age,
eventually be lit with light or fire;
keeping someone
warm or dry or inspired.
They too containing a zipper;
being unseen, unheard, utterly unborn,
with corners in the corner
of the boundless corner.
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April 2, 2012

Candelabrum
Bring that light over here
see that cherub in the rainbow suit?
stubbed its toe the other day; hard to walk on it
its wings, neglected, need a little attending
Bring that light over here
clouds are rolling in; knock on the next door
do you have a cup of sugar to spare?
there’s a visitor visiting
Bring that light over here
breathe a foggy breath on the window
draw a heart, a monster, an angel
become visible

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February 17, 2012
“Any perception can connect us to reality, properly and fully.
What we see doesn’t have to be pretty, particulary; we can appreciate anything that exists.
There is some prinicple of magic in everything, some living quality.
Something living, something real, is taking place in everything…”- Chogyam Trungpa

forgotten earthquakes
echolocating colors
of full balloon lady-slipper orchids
so rare
the honey bee fur below your ear;
the stickyness of my jealous mouth
a tenderfoot threshold

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February 9, 2012

the cushion waits there
memory’s, yesterdays, perfume
Live the cold sun-patch

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January 14, 2012

I have heard that on one occasion the Blessed One was staying near Rajagaha in the Bamboo Grove, the Squirrels’ Sanctuary. Then the brahman Akkosaka[1] Bharadvaja heard that a brahman of the Bharadvaja clan had gone forth from the home life into homelessness in the presence of the Blessed One. Angered & displeased, he went to the Blessed One and, on arrival, insulted & cursed him with rude, harsh words.
When this was said, the Blessed One said to him: “What do you think, brahman: Do friends & colleagues, relatives & kinsmen come to you as guests?”
“Yes, Master Gotama, sometimes friends & colleagues, relatives & kinsmen come to me as guests.”
“And what do you think: Do you serve them with staple & non-staple foods & delicacies?”
“Yes, sometimes I serve them with staple & non-staple foods & delicacies.”
“And if they don’t accept them, to whom do those foods belong?”
“If they don’t accept them, Master Gotama, those foods are all mine.”
“In the same way, brahman, that with which you have insulted me, who is not insulting; that with which you have taunted me, who is not taunting; that with which you have berated me, who is not berating: that I don’t accept from you. It’s all yours, brahman. It’s all yours.
“Whoever returns insult to one who is insulting, returns taunts to one who is taunting, returns a berating to one who is berating, is said to be eating together, sharing company, with that person. But I am neither eating together nor sharing your company, brahman. It’s all yours. It’s all yours.”
“The king together with his court know this of Master Gotama — ‘Gotama the contemplative is an arahant’ — and yet still Master Gotama gets angry.”[2]
[The Buddha:]
Whence is there anger for one free from anger, tamed, living in tune — one released through right knowing, calmed & Such. You make things worse when you flare up at someone who’s angry. Whoever doesn’t flare up at someone who’s angry wins a battle hard to win. You live for the good of both — your own, the other’s — when, knowing the other’s provoked, you mindfully grow calm. When you work the cure of both — your own, the other’s — those who think you a fool know nothing of Dhamma.
When this was said, the brahman Akkosaka Bharadvaja said to the Blessed One, “Magnificent, Master Gotama! Magnificent! Just as if he were to place upright what was overturned, to reveal what was hidden, to show the way to one who was lost, or to carry a lamp into the dark so that those with eyes could see forms, in the same way has Master Gotama — through many lines of reasoning — made the Dhamma clear. I go to the Blessed One for refuge, to the Dhamma, & to the community of monks. Let me obtain the going forth in Master Gotama’s presence, let me obtain admission.”
Then the brahman Akkosaka Bharadvaja received the going forth & the admission in the Blessed One’s presence. And not long after his admission — dwelling alone, secluded, heedful, ardent, & resolute — he in no long time reached & remained in the supreme goal of the holy life, for which clansmen rightly go forth from home into homelessness, knowing & realizing it for himself in the here & now. He knew: “Birth is ended, the holy life fulfilled, the task done. There is nothing further for the sake of this world.” And so Ven. Bharadvaja became another one of the arahants.

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December 29, 2011

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the resolution of Dorian Gray
a portrait, with its scars, sins, and cavernous despairs
is created for a token, given endless youth
then hidden
a reflection in a mirror
grand history stretching rainbow
make-up written on the face
and in the cellular structure of all beings
is more than false, more than paste, the true jewel
bending with the flow of change
a willow on a flooding river
a blade of grass underfoot
the rise and fall of bodys’ breath
this year’s new vow, a resolution of flexibility
to see through and attend like the knife
that pierced and freed poor Youth’s heart; releasing
its’ crisp and sweet, from the craquelure of varnish
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