Absolute Whole

Absolute Whole

             Absolute Whole Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  Illusion and Enlightenment are one. Illusion and Enlightenment are two. Both dream and firefly fluttering each shun Full grasp, but floating...

Not Just Nirvana

              Not Just Nirvana The meaning of the Passion does not quite Fit in with Buddha’s or the Hindus’ way So near enough one fifth thinks Passion’s blight. The point is in escaping it, its sway. Samsara is at best a dirtiness That reels out incarnations,...

Petrified Voices in the Verses

       Petrified Voices in the Verses Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  The older voices call in me.  The smell Of marble mined for sculptures, dust of stone Is in the words.  White bearded throats compel...

Too Late to Understand the Reality वास्तविकता का एहसास होने में बहुत देर हो चुकी है।

Too Late to Understand the Reality वास्तविकता का एहसास होने में बहुत देर हो चुकी है। Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  Cut out my shadow. Free me from the torture of seeing myself fruitless.      ~ Lorca,...

To Hold Infinity in the Eyelids

To Hold Infinity in the Eyelids Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem    The carved Buddha lies, His eyelids in a straight line To infinities. ~ Seiho [Englished by Phillip Whidden] Do straight lines lead to...

Frankincense Thrones

                  Frankincense Thrones “And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying . . .” ~ Luke 2:13 A spoken hymn it was — not sung.  They spoke, Those angels, spoke those words, spoke far above Mere music.  Right...

Incapable Beauty

            Incapable Beauty The best thing that the poet pointed out Is that wise roses never know that all Are shriveling, young.  The flowers never pout In sympathy with us.  They never brawl With gods for us, to spare us from some fate We do not know awaits us. ...

Sacred and Profane Buddhas

        Sacred and Profane Buddhas   The meaning of the Buddha is in all Things, not just sacred lotuses or trees Saints sit beneath.  Secular flies let fall Their droppings on the painted frieze Brushed onto white rice paper on a screen, Or watercolor painted on...

The Subatomic and the Infinite

 The Subatomic and the Infinite A trout swims beneath. Clouds moves upon the surface And above the stream. The  perfect haikus, if such things exist, Involve minutiae of life; not just Those, though.  Embracing clarity and mist The lines take in the astral, far the...

Satori Glory Despite Gray Feathers

     Satori Glory Despite Gray Feathers Modern poetry  modern verse contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem My childhood home where The face of the little snail Was like the Buddha’s own.           ~  Issa My cockatiel named Cocky had a...

Green Cove Springs for Bucky Coggins

  Green Cove Springs for Bucky Coggins Green stands for living; no, for life, for all That life can offer, far beyond what minds Can dream of.  Green is like the cosmic caul Of birthing.  Green is more than that.  It winds Behind and through the brimming universe. A...

Symmetry in Asymmetry

    Symmetry in Asymmetry The fawn Shakes off the butterfly       And sleeps again.                                     ~ Issa A sacred symmetry descends upon The drowsiness of spots, haphazard white, Set out on red brown pelt.  The sleeping fawn Is wakened by the...

The 1960s weren’t exactly right

Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The 1960s weren’t exactly right For stars who touched each other in the way That audiences hated.  Lovers might Endeavor to keep journalists at bay, But Robert Benevides...

If macho stars are doing sex with men

If macho stars are doing sex with men, That must be covered up.  Mere Vaseline Across the lens won’t do.  It’s cock and hen That’s right for Hollywood.  Shut down the scene If Marlon Brando kisses Dean and/or The other way around.  Rock Hudson’s Day Is just for show. ...

Rhapsody on Breezes

              Rhapsody on Breezes The butterfly when chased goes still along Its way unhurried, winging on in calm As if Nirvana were its space.  The wrong May be its foe, but yet without a qualm It flits in peace the Buddha would desire. The evil net is reared up for...

The Flowers Dream of Hummingbirds

The Flowers Dream of Hummingbirds Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem When butterflies fan wings while on a stone, They do not dream, or if they do, they fail To dream of us, our sadness when alone Or, more,...

Significance

                      Significance Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem      Kamakura_Budda_Daibutsu_front_1885.jpg A swallow swoops away.  It swoops from out Of Buddha’s nose, the nostril on the left. If...

Judas as a Cannibal Interpreting Holiness

 Judas as a Cannibal Interpreting Holiness Korea sends a priestly man, a monk, To worshiping Japan.  He preaches that The animism of their bones is drunk, More like a drunken mouse or bat, And will remain so till they realize That silent Shintō gods are reflections Of...

Never Mind Nirvana

       Never Mind Nirvana An aching earthquake chasm has more weight Than filled perfection ever gains.  The death Of Christ impaled is useful to berate The evils in the world much more than breath Of Buddha, mystic in his musings, thought Beneath a Bodhi tree, his...

Born from the Genitals of Uranus

Born from the Genitals of Uranus Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The eyes of Aphrodite are more blue, As blue as depths off Kythira, perhaps As pale as blue waves mariners see through Before they find...

Messy

                          Messy Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The snow has melted On just one metal shoulder Of the Great Buddha. ~ Shiki Not ours the purposes of nature.  Not God’s either, not so...

No Hypocrisy or Self-deceiving in Esthetics

No Hypocrisy or Self-deceiving in             Esthetics Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem When Jesus speaks, the monasteries chant And convents count their beads.  On Georgia’s roads His words are...

He Wore his Royal Robes to Lead Out in Matins and Vespers

He Wore his Royal Robes to Lead Out in Matins and Vespers Some lines of verse by Robert King of France Sing, simply pious, from one thousand years Gone by.  We analyze them, though, askance Because his holiness had fatal fears Like flaming coals inside it.  He was so...

The Sonnet in Its Little Room

The Sonnet in Its Little Room The sonnet, much too like a tight cocoon, Encased inside its silk-like threads is far Too tiny and too strict but not immune To mystic grandeur.  It is not a czar Upon a dais seat raised up and vast Of gold, but more a derringer...

Paradox of Paranirvana

Paradox of Paranirvana  lotusculpture.com My desire Is that I may die Beneath the cherry blossoms, In spring, On the fifteenth night Of the second month. ~ Saigyô Religion is the most elastic thing, Much more elastic than a rubber band Or even more elastic steel.  We...

Solemnity

                   Solemnity The swan reflects the water.  Water’s light Shines off the grace.  It moves like moon-drawn flow Up rivers.  Streaming feathers claim the white Of foam on ocean waves.  The feathers go Where God would go if he were mortal in A world devoid...

Día de los Muertos and Egyptian Pyramids

    Día de los Muertos and Egyptian Pyramids Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem Basile Morin, CC BY-SA 4.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0>, via Wikimedia Commons The lotuses in...

Peony Piety

           Peony Piety Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem A proper reverence for petals should Be kept, especially for pink and white Ones, peonies. Perhaps a veil-like hood Should be required for viewing...

Circumstantially Separated from Satori

Circumstantially Separated from Satori Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem The blossoms hidden by the hedge in dark Of mid-May twilight still are seen from where I sit.  Their perfect pink is light,...

Vicars of Esthetics

          Vicars of Esthetics Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Triangular like God the flowers are shown Against a boring green of lawn.  Arrayed In righteous revelation now full blown Their holiness of...

Peace that Passeth Understanding

Peace that Passeth Understanding   Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem So no kuraki yo woshizuka naru botan kana   The garden is dark In the night, and quiet The peony. ~ Shirao The garden, dark with...

Circumstantially Separated from Satori

Circumstantially Separated from Satori Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem The blossoms hidden by the hedge in dark Of mid-May twilight still are seen from where I sit.  Their perfect pink is light,...

The Ancient Evergreen Did Not Become a Buddha

The Ancient Evergreen Did Not Become a Buddha Hotoke to mo Narade uka uka Oi no matsu. The ancient pine-tree Not yet being wise Buddha Is idly dreaming. ~Issa An ancient redwood lived its slowest youth So long ago that nothing else recalls It.  Redwood mindlessness...

The X4 Route to Bracknell

The X4 Route to Bracknell The cityscapes we wander through at night Are foreign from the sights we see in days, More alien.  We pass a neon site That we have never noticed in the maze Of roads that aren’t a maze in morning hours. Streets loom as Hallowe’en-like in the...

The Harvest of a Quiet Eye

  The Harvest of a Quiet Eye   “The harvest of a quiet eye”  ~ John Richard Vernon Ignore the razzmatazz, and sex, and stuff. Just look around you in the dawn and see A crack in God’s eternity, enough To show the mystical, mystery In twilight.  Take an old, old book...

Our Choice of Ancestors

        Our Choice of Ancestors What we think, we become.  Buddha Philippians 4:8 “Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are...

In Every Culture, that Golden Vanity

In Every Culture, that Golden Vanity “I am the cup of Nestor, a joy to drink from” A twelve year old in Magna Graecia lay Inside his tomb.  Beside him was a cup Of gold interred there.  Wanting to convey Sad hope, his family wanted him to sup From it in afterlife...

Danaus plexippus Flocks Remember a Prehistoric Everest

Danaus plexippus Flocks Remember a Prehistoric Everest The butterflies recall an ancient slope. The Monarchs flew for eons past a peak Too high for them.  Those insects had no hope Of scaling it, this black and orange clique, So huge and gorgeous that the angel cloud...

Where Cleanest Vaulting Beauty Flies

Where Cleanest Vaulting Beauty Flies Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “Youths and maidens all blythe and full of glee, carried the luscious fruit in plaited baskets; and with them there went a boy who...

They Loved Sovereignty and Liberty Most

They Loved Sovereignty and Liberty Most “And the Lacedæmonians offer sacrifices to Love before they go to battle, thinking that safety and victory depend on the friendship and those who stand side by side in the battle array.  And the Cretans, in their line of battle,...

The Voice

                             The Voice Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem 1 Kings 19:11-12 And he said, Go forth, and stand upon the mount before the LORD. And, behold, the LORD passed by, and a great and...

Sappho Wrote about Twelve Thousand Lines of Poetry

Sappho Wrote about Twelve Thousand Lines of Poetry Twelve thousands lines of poetry were torched By time and Christians.  Piety increased The ravages, all this because she scorched With love for girls.  Bishops made a feast Of male disgust that Sappho caused by fire...

The Eye

         The Eye Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The lines of kitten loveliness themselves Are beautiful as she is, almost, there, But not. A rapt, assessing gaze that delves The vision sleeping on the...

Exilium Vita Est—Life is Exile

Exilium Vita Est—Life is Exile Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The Christians have it that our lives are ways Of pilgrimage to take us on to where Souls yearn to be. We stumble through a maze Art of JR...

Solomon in All His Glory, Ignored

Solomon in All His Glory, Ignored “What is worse, every day, and many times in the day, we are enlightened, we are Buddha, a poet,–but do not know it, and remain an ordinary man.” ~ R. H. Blyth, Preface, Haiku, Summer-Autumn, Volume 3, p. 644. A moment opens...

Ichneumon Religion

     Ichneumon Religion Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “All things around us are asking for our apprehension, working for our enlightenment.” ~ R. H. Blyth, Preface, Haiku, Summer-Autumn, Volume 3 of...

Ocean Fish Reverie

       Ocean Fish Reverie Two cats are sleeping near me, one stretched long Across the velvet easy chair.  Her nose Lies pressing pinkly there.  A lilting song Of tiny snoring, muffled by the pose, Is nearly all absorbed in plush gold pile— A fitting, soft recipient...

Amputee on Inauguration Day: A Sonnet

Amputee on Inauguration Day: A Sonnet Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Wrapped up in strictest red and white and blue The tight Marine snaps out a straight salute. His brute, square jaw imprisoning, and...

Siddhartha

                Siddhartha “and things stable by unceasing mutations” ~ Thomas Taylor, 1792 The glacier is ever changing, still And not still, frozen, flowing, fixed and not, Yes, like Jehovah’s unperplexing will, And whitened like a purpose not forgot. Crevasses...

Physiognomy as Prophecy

Physiognomy as Prophecy Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem https://moco-choco.com/2015/01/29/the-discovery-of-the-tombs-of-alexander-the-greats-father-and-son-in-vergina/ The fact that Alexander’s nose...

The Bones of Orpheus, the Hair of Keats

The Bones of Orpheus, the Hair of Keats Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem If we collected poets’ body parts And put them in glass cases, would the world Adore them there like saints? Pickled hearts Of...

How to be a Buddha

  How to be a Buddha Just walk along and pay attention to The brutal facts around you. Notice them. Enlightenment is waiting in the stew Of life. If Jesus passes, touch his hem. If not, take note of ordinary things And see if they will cure you. They just might. A...

Blankness for Sale as Enlightenment

Blankness for Sale as Enlightenment   The Buddha stands in golden skirts with sight Of toenails underneath.  Above his waist Black’s lacquer torso brings the dynamite Of revelation.  He has been erased Not just by gold and lacquer darkness:  he Is broken. There below...

Petaled Salvation

              Petaled Salvation An emperor or any man must grope His mumbling way if he would go as pure As Buddha or as Christ.  The slightest hope Is offered.  Jesus holds out just one sure Path forward into holiness.  “Go sell All, all you have and give it to the...

The New Purrusalem

    The New Purrusalem My kitten steps across my flooring tiles And even though they are the blandest bland, A space of beige like wedding chapel aisles, Tiles turn transparent gold, become the strand Of Heaven leading to the throne of Him Who made her beauty with a...

Serenity

                     Serenity As if a sacred nothing were a kind Of gift, Gautama left his palace, went To wander in the world’s ways and to find Enlightenment adrift on water—sent His speculations, hidden in a stream Of meditation flowing like the change That...

Phenomenal

               Phenomenal .A kiss is more than lips, spit, tongues and teeth .Luxuriating in a bedroom’s heat, .Exploring to blue veins and nerves beneath .Conventions recognized by skin.  The beat — .Against the ribcage in each chest — of hearts...

Anatomy of Love: To a Nurse

          Anatomy of Love:                To a Nurse Dawn comes to where your solid throat and jaw Lie cupped in fingers not distracted by This wedding ring, and where your liquid eye (Behind its frail, fringed lid) twitches in awe Of nightmare threats both powerful...

Helen Miller’s Little Brother

Helen Miller’s Little Brother The bullies all around him must have seemed Like combine harvesters to someone wee Like autumn blossoms when the bastards teamed Up.  Gary, like a sweet weed in the scree Beneath a bing, somehow survived and found His way to my protection...

We Met at the Caledonian Hotel in the West End

We Met at the Caledonian    Hotel in the West End The Royal Mile is John Knox’s creed, Yet strict stone Edinburgh has the pinks, The lavenders, and blues which lovers need When springtime Presbyterian day winks To twilight.  Grayness overawes the eyes Until the sun is...

Highs and Lows

       Highs and Lows 0 What if the Buddha got it wrong and deaths Don’t take us to Nirvana but instead Produce a consciousness too much like meths, Or LSD?  Or if that final bed, The one for each immortal soul, is full Of nightmares (weedy paranoia), Because...

Erde und Himmel: a Sonnet

                              Erde und  Himmel:  a Sonnet The picture on the page (this photo in the ad) was not of you.  It looked like you, though.  Can it be that something quite so thin and boring as casually leafing through an in-flight magazine might bring this...

Buso

                  Buso No miracles are needed when kittens Abound.  Their stripes and spots and blotches say Enough.  Mine has all of these and mittens Of white as pure as Baby Jesu’s soul away On ox’s straw, as white as light from eyes Of ass and angels looking lost...