Got Mindfulness? » poetry

Administrator — Sun, 19 Sep 2010 15:53:46 +0000

Autumn leaves turning.
This feeling is not final.
Nor this feeling. Nor this

Administrator — Sun, 25 Apr 2010 01:24:16 +0000

breathing in. i am space.
breathing out. the cosmos smiles.
impermanence is.

-dennis landi 2009

Energy

Administrator — Mon, 04 Jan 2010 01:33:10 +0000

Emotion is energy.
Our thoughts are energy.
My daughter is energy.
The sun is energy.
The sky is energy.

42nd Avenue at Rush Hour courses with bundles of energy, rushing down the street in patent leather shoes (energy) or sneakers (converse energy) or sandals (alternative energy).

My penus is energy and so is your vagina … is energy. Sensation is energy. Light is energy and heat is energy. Orgasm is energy.

Sleep is energy.

My enemies are energy. And those who agree with me, or salute me or support me or cherish me are energy.

Love is energy. Hate is energy.

Color is energy. You are energy. I see you as an a solid being but illusions, too, are energy.

We are energy.

The universe is energy. And so is existence … is energy.

Let’s mingle.

Global Warming Haiku

Administrator — Mon, 23 Mar 2009 05:18:00 +0000

Sky is heating up.
Earth is heating up. Glaciers
recede in Winter.

Buddha Path Haiku 2009

Administrator — Tue, 03 Mar 2009 09:29:48 +0000

Buddha Path Haiku

To Patna we came
Where the Buddha’s ashes lay
And his stone likeness

To Bimbasara’s
Kingdom, we took a bus.
The Bamboo Grove was cool.

And Vulture Peak,
Where Tathagata walked, rose
Above the rocky plain.

And then Nalanda
Manifested, a university
Of the Buddha. Gone.

To Bodh Gaya, we bused.
Mahabodhi Temple was
A coral reef of Buddhism.

Tonglen Meditation
Taught me that the Tibetans
Know something about Mind.

At Sarnath the Stupa
Rose above our sangha, as
Shantum spread the dharma.

And Varanasi
Hummed like a sitar wind.
“… mahadevi shambho…”

why did?

Administrator — Tue, 06 Jan 2009 13:56:49 +0000

why did gautama sit under the peepal tree?
to shade himself from the sun.

why did siddhartha sit under the peepal tree?
to shield himself from the rain.

why did the Buddha rise from the Bodhi Tree?
to shine as the sun.

why did the Tathagata rise from the Bodhi tree?
to fall like the rain.

[poem] golden sorrow and dark delight

Administrator — Sun, 29 Jun 2008 15:28:40 +0000

i am the plowed furrow
and i am the blight

i am an infant’s birth
and i am the shadow night

i am love itself
and i am spite

i am the glint of spring
and i am winter’s bite

i am all that is wrong
and i am all that is right

i am a tender kiss
and lust without requite

i am the leaping stag
and i am the tiger bright

i am the mirror with no reflection
i am your eyes and you are my sight

i am the darkness
and i am the light

i see inward and outward, too
i am left and i am right

embrace me and embrace yourself
feel beyond golden sorrow and dark delight

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[poem]Why poetry?

Administrator — Fri, 13 Jun 2008 07:45:41 +0000

What is the point of lying in a poem?

There simply is no point.

This is why poetry resonates so strongly with humans.

Its always about truth on some level. The truth of human experience.

Is it possible to lie in a poem? Even intentionally?

All things are possible in the universe.

But not this.

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[poem] I am thou

Administrator — Fri, 13 Jun 2008 03:20:10 +0000

I am this because of that.
I am that because of this.
I am in that. This is in me.
I am in this. That is in me.
My mind is in that. This is my mind.
My body is in that. This is my body.
When this body dies, I am in that.
When that body dies, I am in this.
When this mind dies, that mind does not.
I am not that if I am not also this.
This is not me if that is not me.
I am not, if you are not.
I am you and you are me.
We are not this if we are not also that.
We are in me, and we are in you.
I am us and you are us.
I am thou.

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[poem] i have the biggest bell in buddhism

Administrator — Sat, 24 May 2008 02:56:18 +0000

i have the biggest bell in buddhism
it rings like a breeze through my window in the morning
i have the biggest bell in buddhism
its tone vibrates the bones in my head
as if i were all bells everywhere
i have the biggest bell in buddhism
its sound calls me back to myself
even if i am galloping furiously over dark prairies or
kayaking down the white rapids of a deep river gorge

its more of a gong, really

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