Tag Archives: birth

HOW OLD ARE YOU?

How old was Jesusat his Birth?At the Crucifixionshining all his worth?Or Resurrected –God connected? Who can sayhow old they are?Even in the Elysian fieldsvirtues’ flowers to withering yields.Thousands of years on,Death still follows what’s born. Gods and ghosts,Denizens and animal … Continue reading

Posted in Centre | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

HAVE A HAPPY WEEK

“Empty-handed I comeand lo!The spade is in my hand.” In the illimitable VoidAll is destroyed(and Nothing is lost!) Everything appears anew:good seeds flourish(and evil too). They said to the Poetat his birth,“Go! Love!Without the helpof anything on Earth.” A naked … Continue reading

Posted in Blondin | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

“DEGREES WE KNOW UNKNOWN IN DAYS BEFORE, THE LIGHT IS GREATER, HENCE THE SHADOWS MORE”

In the search for thornless rosesand the perfect apple pie,many a question posesand many reasons why. Seedless grapes are on the plate(though cloudless summers have to wait).They’ll cut your leg off without pain(though Abel still meets brother Cain). There are … Continue reading

Posted in Blondin | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

MINDFULNESS

Watching the flowof middle-earthas all things gofrom birth to birth.Here, one can knowwhat it’s all worth. An empty tideof rise and fall.Nothing outsideis mine at all;nothing insidenor large nor small. The mind reflectsvague shadowy drifts.The mind connectsblank mists with mists.The … Continue reading

Posted in Blondin | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

YOGA

Mind moveswith the breathwhich fuels this articulated dollfrom birth to death. What starts out as routine maintenancefor a puppet with entangled stringsdevelops to a share in the danceof the dragon that eternally sings. But, first, the intention,clear and well definedfor … Continue reading

Posted in Blondin | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

FUNERAL

We crawl our way from earthto starnor calculate from birth how farour tiny feetwill take usbefore the karma that we meetwill break us;and cast us adrift on an outgoing tide. While those onshore mutter simply,“He died!” Ding-dongFay’s goneLife longDeath waits … Continue reading

Posted in Centre | Tagged , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

BLONDIN

Every man is Blondin.Every lifetime a rope,finer than a spider’s thread,sharper than a sword,stretched between birth and death(breath and breath)across Niagara. .

Posted in Blondin | Tagged , , , , , , | Leave a comment

POETRY

Poetry begins with pain(like any other kind of birth)but though it breeds and feeds on earth,it aims at not becoming back again and reaches to the roots of thingsin search of the eternal springs. .

Posted in Bamboo Leaves | Tagged , , , , , | Leave a comment

BLONDIN

Everyman is Blondin. Every lifetime a rope, finer than a spider’s thread, sharper than a sword, stretched between birth and death (breath and breath) across Niagara. Brian Taylor

Posted in Blondin | Tagged , , , | Leave a comment