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Ekphrastics via Gabriel Rosenstock
I speak
in wordless living language
read my vowels and consonants….
Haiku 5-7-5 Exercise
We come and we go
Stopping and starting like thieves
Caught by their mothers
Alan Watts on Haiku
irreverent pirate
plundering foreign fields for wisdom
forever blowing bubbles
Rainy Day Haikus #14-22
The constantly humming refrigerator
Knows no future
Birdsong is heart breaking
Haiku #15 White Dragon
That white noise in the ears….
Interdependency Poems
To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour
Buddhism 101 #2 Interdependencies Galore
Big fleas have little fleas upon their backs to bite them, and little fleas have lesser fleas, and so ad infinitum!
Haiku #12 Dream Time
one stepping stone after another
water flowing in between
both still, both moving
Haiku #11 Fresh Sunny Day
. . A string bag of rotting oranges at the base of a tree The insects are rejoicing Another beautiful fresh clean sunny day! . . Una bolsa de hilo de naranjas podridas en la base de un árbol Los insectos se regocijan ¡Otro hermoso día fresco, limpio y soleado! #11 11/01/21
Haiku #10 Empty Form
Form is emptiness, emptiness is form . . Black ink form suddenly emergent Creates space out of that white which is not the form Turning nothing into a something which is still not anything yet vivid . . La forma de tinta negra emerge repentinamente Crea espacio a partir de ese blanco que no esContinue reading “Haiku #10 Empty Form”
Haiku #9 Silence
. . Silence is golden Or so We are told! . . EL SILENCIO El silencio es oro O ¡Como nos dijeron!
Haiku #8 Lothlorien Leaves
Elves in language lost to men, sprites and spirits beyond our ken Frozen in captured time We are all trapped in fresh blue aquarelle nowness.
A spontaneously composed poem is…
Spontaneous poem is like Brushstroke journey One moment following into the next black ink on white paper shape out of the formless punctuation for the sheer hell of it … Even a pause is continuation of the flowering … Even silence speaks…. … And then off we go again Sometimes soaring into rarified alpine airsContinue reading “A spontaneously composed poem is…”
Haiku #7 Marching Mushrooms
Mushrooms march ‘cross vistas of subterranean consciousness Embodying dreams of silent, flowering conquest With soft flesh of fecund purpose. #7 10/29/21
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