poems

[Great Sage EofH]

When I get up in the morning
She is gone.
But the teapot is still warm.

The traffic noise outside
Drowns out the birds.
But the house itself, is silent.

I sip slowly, warmth filling
The emptiness inside.
I look at the news.

Deep down I hear a muffled scream
I drowned out with whiskey last night.
Or is it indigestion?

[…]

from some time back, kinda never finished it, but just found it now looking for something else.

cool

[Great Sage EofH]

ふるさとの土の底から鉦たたき

From deep beneath
my hometown soil
a gong is struck

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けふもいちにち誰も来なかつたほうたる

No one came by today, either,
little firefly


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笠にとんぼをとまらせてあるく

A dragonfly
on my straw hat,
I walk on


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---- 種田 山頭火 Taneda Santōka ----

https://terebess.hu/english/haiku/taneda.html#sa

[Great Sage EofH]

Commentary on the Blue Ridge Sutra

It might come
by doing it like Bruce Lee
in street clothes; “come as you are.”
By not begging for change,
but making it happen.
By not making any promises,
yet expecting reciprocation, instant karma.
Not by carrying cards,
or collecting documents, or Master’s scalps.
By living and dying in the moment,
beginning, and ending, just here.
Not by baton passing, diploma
granting, or coronations.
Never mind about all that.
Go forth, find silence and solitude,
simplify, simplify, and again I say, simplify!
By going barefoot if you will,
or even naked if you may,
shaved or unshaven, shorn or unshorn.
By walking back and forth
in the fresh air and sunshine,
off both grid and beaten path.
How can it come at all,
since it is always here?

[lindama]

I woke up this morning, and
Before I opened my eyes
a clear voice announced:
It’s time to get up and
be happy.

I laughed out loud
that something so far from view
could be so easy
to discover.

As if it had been there forever,
in the soft moonlight of
the morning
shining on my bed.

Waiting only for me to discover
the beauty of the moon
rising over the oaks,
shining on each leaf
of Just Joey outside.

And, I’ll be late for work,
if I don’t hurry.

[bokki]

some wood turned into floor,
some sand turned into crystal,
some sunlight, some shade,
all by man handmade...

metta morphosis

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iv posted it on zfi, but since i dont do art, its only a few old inspirational moments..sry 2 repeat meself