Monday, October 8, 2012

Weekly Post #2

October 2, 2012

Coughs pierce the silence
in this air-conditioned room
feverish child sleeps.

October 3, 2012

a happy picture:
young boy sits on the mattress
pretending to read.

pretending to read
he amuses his father
then, a sleepy yawn.

this is just BLAH BLAH!
the motorcycle's roar outside 
is more articulate


far more eloquent 
than this pretentious poet
are the bedroom walls!

October 4, 2012

Meds, ice, and water
nurse patient illness are one:
Sick-child Dharma.

Sick-child Dharma:
nurse patient illness are one
child sings in his sleep.

construction workers
kids playing - the sounds of life
and now: coffee time!

And now: coffee time
the brew tastes of monks farming
coffee and praying.

Coffee and praying
are two hands pressed in gassho
not two and not one.

Gray skies in puddles
raindrops, pine needles, litter
this trail walks me.

This trail walks me
the rough ground meeting my feet
with each step I take.

With each step I take
the mountain arrives bringing
gray skies in puddles.

October 5, 2012

My child in his sleep
curls up close to his mother.
Cloudy-sky mind.

October 6, 2012

Cloudy-sky mind
but whether cloudy or clear
sky is always blue.

Sky is always blue
be it clear or cloudy
dew drop reflects the moon.

October 7, 2012

branch leaves wind birdsong
sun cloud rain blue sky - just this
dance dancing itself.

The red bicycle
stands to one side while next door
the churchgoers sing.

Falling leaves descend
through the sunday morning as
the boy waters plants.

And so here we sit
sucking lollipops, watching
sun-sky-tree puddles.

Sun-sky-tree puddles
formed as you watered the plants
like the leaves falling.

I'm a begging bowl
humbly accepting these gifts:
tree, cloud, bird, sky, sun.

the laundry drying
TV telling its story
almost time for lunch.

October 8, 2012

The vendor's loud cry
contains the whole neighborhood
taho-ooo TAHO!

Hungry-ghost echoes
of illness death healing
these walls hear them all.

these walls hear them all:
hope, fear, health, illness, death, life
Thousand-armed Kannon.

Thousand-armed Kannon
waving her arms and dancing
in this corridor.

fan light and shadow
dancing together in time
to Kannon's music.

She lies on the couch
as he plays with his train set
a yawn engulfs me.

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