Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Haiku, nature, Poetry, seasons, senses, time, timeless, words are pictures, year's passing on August 29, 2012| 2 Comments »
Six Haiku for Timeless Days
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Cloud upon cloud
Over the still water
A cuckoo’s voice.
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The wind
Is the ladder on the horizon
That those tall clouds climb.
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The thunderstorm.
In this deserted garden
Only you and I,
Little frog.
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Rain running off
A horse’s flanks.
The longest day.
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Stone, standing
In an empty field.
Waiting, maybe.
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My old home
– memories
Where I left them.
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Posted in Uncategorized, tagged cloud, cloudburst, Poetry, rain, squall, storm, wind on August 23, 2012| 1 Comment »
CLOUDBURST
A thousand spirits
Released.
Possessed leaves
Flying wild.
Skies tumble
Earth ripples.
Storm joy.
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ISLAND WEATHER
Looking back:
Valley dissolving in rain.
Here:
Butterflies,
summer sun.
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Posted in Uncategorized, tagged blues, callling the gods, dance, feet in the dust, Howlin wolf, Poetry, rhythm, smokestack lightning on August 18, 2012| 3 Comments »
HOWLIN WOLF OR SUMM’T
Mmmm,
no shennanegans,
bared to the bone.
Aural telegram,
heart slap,
moon howl,
thin as a knife slipping between ribs.
Echoes of savannah and jungle,
thumb piano trancing,
circle of clapped rhythms,
dancing in the dust,
nightlong laughing crying.
Calling down the gods,
ah woo hoo….
Ah woo.oh hooo…
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( smokestack lightnin’ )
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Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Haiku, Poetry, rain, roses, senses, summer on August 16, 2012| Leave a Comment »
Summer path
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Clouds bloom , air cools.
One drop, then two.
Sudden scent of roses
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Posted in Uncategorized, tagged being aware, darkness, Haiku, lightning, night, Poetry, summer, thunderstorm, zen on August 13, 2012| Leave a Comment »
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged art, bomb, great experiment, Hiroshima, in memory of, Nagasaki, performance, Poetry, pouty, remembrance on August 4, 2012| Leave a Comment »
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged as it is, green world, landscape, Poetry, summer on July 30, 2012| 1 Comment »
My mind is clouds
Shades of grey
Shades of light
Pellucid smoke
Moving to a breeze of birdsong
A dream of seafoam
A warmth
A honeyed breath.
Discard perfection
Disregard the starch ,
The po-faced judgement
Of those who weigh
Degrees of holiness,
Degrees of failure,
The world is
What the world is.
This river,
Not the water,
Not the valley,
Not the sound
Not the blackbird’s cool….
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged astrological events, Events, omens, paying attention, Poetry, rain, signs, silence, summer, the insignificant, the unseen, transit of Venus on June 7, 2012| 4 Comments »
TRANSIT OF VENUS
( the dead pass by
The living pass by).
On long, rainy days
As summer floods in,
If only we could remain
Silent and listening
Hands still, ears open.
Not desiring anything –
The water-drop’s song
The grey and green light.
Remaining breathing
No wishes, no impatience.
Then we would not miss
The transits of bliss,
The constant reverberation
Of the invisible,
The passage of time,
The dance of space
Between one breath
And the next.
I wrote this on the day of the Transit of Venus, an event much heralded by some, invisible here because of steady rain clouds. It follows a lunar eclipse, much heralded by some, invisible because of rain clouds. This, together with complaints about our traditional weather (rain in summer), drew my attention to the yearning for the calendrical, anniversarial (?), momentous, special, ” once in a lifetime”, events. What do we strain to see? What do we let slip by unnoticed? The value of the unseen…..
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged alchemy, anahata, May, moon, perigee, Poetry, resonance, unstuck on May 6, 2012| 3 Comments »
Round
resounding
visible or not
night time or day light
the silver
shimmering
gong
of the moon.
Anahata.
Throb and thring
of the unstuck.
Tongue cleaves
to silence.
Inner doors
open outwards.
Drinking the revolution
of the planets,
the resonance
of Time.
Visit the interior of the Earth:
there shall you discover
the Stone of the Philosophers,
the moon of your deserted dream,
the sun of the golden day,
the river that whispers with the voices
of all possible gods….
