Posts Tagged ‘love’
drag the Lotus seed
March 14, 2013mom cake
August 16, 2012Insideidea Lepidoptera
June 26, 2012Insideidea 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..)
pink snow boat sailing
May 23, 2012Appreciating the Corner
May 9, 2012appreciating 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.
one more time
April 18, 2012
the misery of Archaea and ocean floor disposal
Embedded in a meter deep of sediment, at the bottom of the sea,
the ancient thing wags its’ flagella; swimming
through cycles of carbon, nitrogen, and sulphur,
surviving, where it should not be able.
They say “the ocean floor per se”
has no water table.
No flushing through; a perfect disposal place
for radioactive waste
to diffuse through dense clay at a limited rate.
The mouth with teeth,
hungry, eat
everything around,
the house, the city, the state, the country
the ocean, the world, the galaxy.
Finally,
swallowing the entire universe,
hungry still it floats, in nothingness,
having no body, no stomach, no heart;
where once it had.
Living in polar seas and making up the plankton,
Extremophile Archaea visit
the cousins in volcanoes and sulphuric acid swamps.
The mighty family gathers to celebrate
3.8 billion years and 20% of the Earth’s biomass!
“You are happily invited” the announcement said,
and greedily accepting,
we work the party and offer
“by the way, we have this new stuff; it might be good to eat,
so with gratitude we’ll send a torpedofull, to snuggle in the seabed.
You can explore, experiment, try it out and take the time to see,
if you folks survive and flourish there as well; besides,
we really have nowhere else to put it and
need to get it out of the house.”
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
forgotten earthquakes
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
encouragement
February 9, 2012on being a Buddhist at the New Moon in the Year of the Water Dragon
January 27, 2012
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something written
(on being a Buddhist at the New Moon in the Year of the Water Dragon)
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“when you’re dead, you’re dead”
at least in Reality
until then, the blinds will be rolled up, letting in the sunlight
until the moon rises, down they come again;
one may have it today, the other the next
I, however, am alive this minute and will be dead soon.
Not knowing when is shared by everything
with anxiety or surprise.
not two, not two,
me and the moon, hanging in the sky
loving with the completeness of Buddha
and with the fearlessness of Jizo
gliding through Hell
freeing all beings;
floating lotus’ on the Dragon’s river
pearls spewed, made in the muck of It’s belly.
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