#15
The subtle within us beguiles with its
mystique. It is tranquil lake and tempest. It
is home and grave. The only way to know
the unknown is to accept that it will
immediately change places with the known.
Nirvana like a river is constantly renewed.
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#14
To find myself, I have to go back to the
beginning. To the bottom of a spade as
it hits the earth. To the edge of the wind
as it brushes a star. To the void that had
no door, no womb, no face, no name. To
find myself, I have to find that nothing.
Previous: Tao inspirations #13
#13
Your desire for love defies the fear that
bookends it. Finding and losing both
unfasten stars from the sky. Will you give up
this world for the one without expectations?
What thoughts came to you when you
sat cross-legged under that peepal tree?
Previous: Tao inspirations #12
#11
Without a word, how will there be
meaning? We fabricate love from thirty
senses. But love can only water a parched
desert. You cannot plant a tree on a tree.
If your heart is not already broken, what
will Ghalib’s thousand desires heal?
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#10
What is proportion if you cannot comprehend
infinity? What is magnificence if you cannot calibrate
inadequacy? The baby Krishna opened his mouth to
show his mother his cosmic form. Can you feel that
mystery of being? And wonder why the ultimate creation
was so deliberately crafted out of fragile ephemera?
#9
How much happiness is enough? How much
love is essential? Does enough run to the edge
of the universe or can a solitary umbrella of stars
make up your night? The moon’s dharma is to
keep going back to the beginning. What will
you do with a love that never stops wanting?
part moon-part cloud
all the things
I should have forgotten
Put together a six poem micro chapbook- you can access it from the menu or by clicking here
Haven't written a lot of micropoetry since November 2017, when I hosted Micropoetry Month (You can also find the link in the sidebar). Time to give it another shot, maybe?
(1)
nothing
black wing on tangerine sky
and…still…nothing
(2)
summer solstice
how short this night
how long her empty sigh
(3)
one moon stirred pond
one splash of insomniac frog
what are the odds
(4)
rain falls on glass
on tile
on leaves-
so many ways
the sky calls out your name
(5)
wordless question
slanting shadows
kneel on the bamboo mats
(6)
between her and the night
a paper lantern
with one eye
(7)
even the moth
that burns in the flame
first sees the light
(8)
in the distance
autumn
I tremble with the leaves
(9)
stirring the afternoon
lone crow
with a broken wing
jet lagged moon
how distant this night
from that morning
