Silence is Only Silence
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The moon has never made a pond grow dark
Or deep, or punched a hole in it, nor made
A poem underneath the wet, or shark
To lunge. If holiness turns life to shade
There’s something wrong. Zen Masters hold their lips
In silence when it comes to sex. They think,
It seems, that movement and the shape of hips
Are not worth mentioning as if a stink
Would rise in poetry and mind if love
Of sweat and passion entered through their thought.
The Masters have to hold their views above
The nastiness of sex’s juggernaut.
Yet men remain as men if silence shades
The heart. The sight of nipples never fades.
~ Phillip Whidden
by phillipw | Sep 29, 2024 | Uncategorized |