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Re: Poetry - post poems that move you

Postby partofit22 on Sun Jun 15, 2014 1:53 pm

Please Call Me by My True Names
by Thich Nhat Hanh


Do not say that I'll depart tomorrow
Because even today I still arrive.

Look deeply: I arrive in every second
to be a bud on a spring branch,
to be a tine bird, with wings still fragile,
learning to sing in my new nest,
to be a caterpillar in the heart of a flower,
to be a jewel hiding itself in a stone.

I still arrive in order to laugh and to cry,
in order to fear and to hope.
The rhythm of my heart is the birth and
death of all that are alive.

I am the mayfly metamorphosing on the surface of the river,
and I am the bird which, when spring comes, arrives in time to eat the mayfly.

I am the frog swimming happily in the clear pond,
and I am also the grass-snake who, approaching in silence, feeds itself on the frog.

I am the child in Uganda, all skin and bones,
my legs as thin as bamboo sticks,
I am the arms merchant, selling deadly weapons to Uganda.

I am the twelve-year-old girl, refugee on a small boat,
who throws herself into the ocean after being raped by a sea pirate,
and I am the pirate, my heart not yet capable of seeing and loving.

I am a member of the politburo, with plenty of power in my hands,
and I am the man who has to pay his "debt of blood" to my people,
dying slowly in a forced labor camp.

My joy is like spring, so warm it makes flowers bloom in all walks of life.
My pain is like a river of tears, so full it fills the four oceans.

Please call me by my true names,
so I can hear all my cries and laughs at once,
so I can see that my joy and pain are one.

Please call me by my true names,
so I can wake up,
and so the door of my heart can be left open,
the door of compassion.
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Re: Poetry - post poems that move you

Postby TTT on Mon Jun 16, 2014 9:11 am

Thanks Partofit 22, nice poem by Thich Nhat Hanh.
A tricky poem. I will read it infull later,, maybe.
I am reading his book, miracul of mindfullness, at the moment. Its more of a panflet.
This poem was not easy to understand.
Sometimes i like to sing out loud, reding that book is one of thet time.

:)
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Re: Poetry - post poems that move you

Postby Chrisd on Mon Jun 16, 2014 12:47 pm

:rbow: thanks partofit, me likey very much.
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Re: Poetry - post poems that move you

Postby partofit22 on Mon Jun 16, 2014 2:06 pm

TTT wrote:Thanks Partofit 22, nice poem by Thich Nhat Hanh.
A tricky poem. I will read it infull later,, maybe.
I am reading his book, miracul of mindfullness, at the moment. Its more of a panflet.
This poem was not easy to understand.
Sometimes i like to sing out loud, reding that book is one of thet time.

:)


You're welcome, TTT- I'm also reading a mindfulness book by Thich Nhat Hanh- :) Sometimes I sing out loud too- Mostly when I'm alone :lol2: driving in the car with the volume pumped up so that even I can't hear myself sing because I'm so off key!
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Re: Poetry - post poems that move you

Postby partofit22 on Mon Jun 16, 2014 2:07 pm

Chrisd wrote::rbow: thanks partofit, me likey very much.


You're welcome, Chrisd- :rbow:
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Re: Poetry - post poems that move you

Postby TTT on Tue Jun 17, 2014 4:31 am

partofit22 wrote:
TTT wrote:Thanks Partofit 22, nice poem by Thich Nhat Hanh.
A tricky poem. I will read it infull later,, maybe.
I am reading his book, miracul of mindfullness, at the moment. Its more of a panflet.
This poem was not easy to understand.
Sometimes i like to sing out loud, reding that book is one of thet time.

:)


You're welcome, TTT- I'm also reading a mindfulness book by Thich Nhat Hanh- :) Sometimes I sing out loud too- Mostly when I'm alone :lol2: driving in the car with the volume pumped up so that even I can't hear myself sing because I'm so off key!


I have a friend thet chants heart sutra mantra in the shower. Parhaps a good spot to do it i don´t know. Maybe better in a room assosieated with meditation?
I fined chanting serious.
:)


What book are you reading about mindfulness? Mine is from a public libery, a good invention if you ask my.
:)
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Re: Poetry - post poems that move you

Postby partofit22 on Thu Jun 19, 2014 7:53 pm

Hello, again- :heya: The book is called The Art of Mindful Living- And it's also from the library- :) Also like a pamphlet! The poem isn't in the book though- I stumble on it online-
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Re: Poetry - post poems that move you

Postby partofit22 on Mon Jun 23, 2014 5:04 pm

TO HENRIK IBSEN

This world is not
The world I want
Is Heaven
& I see
There's more of them

*

I've seen most of this world is ocean
I know if I had all I wanted from it
There'd still not be enough
Someone would be lonely hungry toothache
All this world with a red ribbon on it
Not enough
Nor several hells heavens planets
Universal non-skid perfection systems

Where's my eternity papers?
Get me the great Boyg on the phone.
Connect me with the Button Moulder right away.

-- Philip Whalen

Moved me to tears -- laughing- Found it here: http://www.everydayzen.org/teachings/2013/how-survive-your-promising-li
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Re: Poetry - post poems that move you

Postby Jojo on Mon Jun 23, 2014 9:19 pm

yeees, it is not very zenny in all lines, but I love it. :)
from here: http://writersalmanac.publicradio.org/index/index.php?date=2011/10/14

e.e. cummings: you shall above all things be glad and young

you shall above all things be glad and young
For if you're young, whatever life you wear

It will become you;and if you are glad
whatever's living will yourself become.
Girlboys may nothing more than boygirls need:
i can entirely her only love

whose any mystery makes every man's
flesh put space on;and his mind take off time

that you should ever think,may god forbid
and (in his mercy) your true lover spare:
for that way knowledge lies,the foetal grave
called progress,and negation's dead undoom.

I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance
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Re: Poetry - post poems that move you

Postby desert_woodworker on Mon Jun 23, 2014 11:13 pm

Lyrics of an early 20th Century English children's folk song. --Joe

(we sang it in elementary school in New Jersey in the late 1950s. It could get you out of breath. But, a good early introduction to Pranayama, perhaps. Or, so it turned out).

-- This Old Man --

This old man, he played one,
He played knick-knack on my thumb;
With a knick-knack paddywhack,
Give the dog a bone,
This old man came rolling home.

This old man, he played two,
He played knick-knack on my shoe;
With a knick-knack paddywhack,
Give the dog a bone,
This old man came rolling home.

This old man, he played three,
He played knick-knack on my knee;
With a knick-knack paddywhack,
Give the dog a bone,
This old man came rolling home.

This old man, he played four,
He played knick-knack on my door;
With a knick-knack paddywhack,
Give the dog a bone,
This old man came rolling home.

This old man, he played five,
He played knick-knack on my hive;
With a knick-knack paddywhack,
Give the dog a bone,
This old man came rolling home.

This old man, he played six,
He played knick-knack on my sticks;
With a knick-knack paddywhack,
Give the dog a bone,
This old man came rolling home.

This old man, he played seven,
He played knick-knack up in heaven;
With a knick-knack paddywhack,
Give the dog a bone,
This old man came rolling home.

This old man, he played eight,
He played knick-knack on my gate;
With a knick-knack paddywhack,
Give the dog a bone,
This old man came rolling home.

This old man, he played nine,
He played knick-knack on my spine;
With a knick-knack paddywhack,
Give the dog a bone,
This old man came rolling home.

This old man, he played ten,
He played knick-knack once again;
With a knick-knack paddywhack,
Give the dog a bone,
This old man came rolling home.

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Re: Poetry - post poems that move you

Postby TTT on Tue Jun 24, 2014 5:58 am

partofit22 wrote:Hello, again- :heya: The book is called The Art of Mindful Living- And it's also from the library- :) Also like a pamphlet! The poem isn't in the book though- I stumble on it online-


Hi!

Nice! I think thet public libery is a good ide.


(From Thich Nhat Hanh´s poem, up there on the page. Posted by partofit22).

I am the frog swimming happily in the clear pond,
and I am also the grass-snake who,


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Re: Poetry - post poems that move you

Postby clyde on Sun Jun 29, 2014 1:31 am

I’m not certain how to categorize this excerpt, the last three sections from The Scripture of the Golden Eternity, by Jack Kerouac:


64

I was smelling flowers in the yard, and when I stood up I took a deep breath and the blood all rushed to my brain and I woke up dead on my back in the grass. I had apparently fainted, or died, for about sixty seconds. My neighbor saw me but he thought I had just suddenly thrown myself on the grass to enjoy the sun. During that timeless moment of unconsciousness I saw the golden eternity. I saw heaven. In it nothing had ever happened, the events of a million years ago were just as phantom and ungraspable as the events of now, or the events of the next ten minutes. It was perfect, the golden solitude, the golden emptiness, Something-Or- Other, something surely humble. There was a rapturous ring of silence abiding perfectly. There was no question of being alive or not being alive, of likes and dislikes, of near or far, no question of giving or gratitude, no question of mercy or judgment, or of suffering or its opposite or anything. It was the womb itself, aloneness, alaya vijnana the universal store, the Great Free Treasure, the Great Victory, infinite completion, the joyful mysterious essence of Arrangement. It seemed like one smiling smile, one adorable adoration, one gracious and adorable charity, everlasting safety, refreshing afternoon, roses, infinite brilliant immaterial gold ash, the Golden Age. The "golden" came from the sun in my eyelids, and the "eternity" from my sudden instant realization as I woke up that I had just been where it all came from and where it was all returning, the everlasting So, and so never coming or going; therefore I call it the golden eternity but you can call it anything you want. As I regained consciousness I felt so sorry I had a body and a mind suddenly realizing I didn't even have a body and a mind and nothing had ever happened and everything is alright forever and forever and forever, O thank you thank you thank you.

65

This is the first teaching from the golden eternity.

66

The second teaching from the golden eternity is that there never was a first teaching from the golden eternity. So be sure.
“Enlightenment means to see what harm you are involved in and to renounce it.” David Brazier, The New Buddhism

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Re: Poetry - post poems that move you

Postby desert_woodworker on Sun Jun 29, 2014 10:19 pm

Pedagogy
__Agog


The smart gain
knowledge

and learn to
express

themselves to join
the

world of power
where

it pays to
know

little and say
less.

--A. R. Ammons

[from A. R. Ammons, THE REALLY SHORT POEMS OF A. R. AMMONS, 1990, W. W. Norton & Co., New York, and London; p. 55]
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Re: Poetry - post poems that move you

Postby desert_woodworker on Sun Jun 29, 2014 10:25 pm

READING

It's nice
after dinner
to walk down to
the beach

and find
the biggest
thing on earth
relatively calm.

--A. R. Ammons

[from A. R. Ammons, THE REALLY SHORT POEMS OF A. R. AMMONS, 1990, W. W. Norton & Co., New York, and London; p. 115]
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Re: Poetry - post poems that move you

Postby desert_woodworker on Sun Jun 29, 2014 10:42 pm

REFLECTIVE

I found a
weed
that had a

mirror in it
and that
mirror

looked in at
a mirror
in

me that
had a
weed in it.

--A. R. Ammons

[from A. R. Ammons, THE SELECTED POEMS -- EXPANDED EDITION, 1986, W. W. Norton & Co., New York, and London; p. 53]
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Re: Poetry - post poems that move you

Postby partofit22 on Mon Jun 30, 2014 5:06 am

Gravity

When night calls for sounds
to cease, the barred owl
yet cries "Who cooks for you?"
and somewhere a woman
slippers through the dark
to a kitchen where water drips
a slow beat on the worn basin.
She nooses the tap with string,
a strand that drops to the drain,
and waits for each bead
to catch the thread
and descend into a well of silence
not even night can bring.

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Re: Poetry - post poems that move you

Postby fukasetsu on Mon Aug 04, 2014 11:27 am

Dreaming

The dream world cannot be found
away from my pillow –
but nowhere on the pillow can I find it.
And when I am in the dream world
my pillow might as well not exist.
Awake, I feel my dreams are empty;
in dream, the waking world has disappeared.
Can I be sure that the waking universe
has no pillow beneath it?
If dream and waking alternate,
which is fantasy, which is real?

~Yüan Hung-tao

One hears of you solely
as a man who abhors the world.
I can only hope
your mind be not detained
by this transient lodging.
~Saigyo
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Re: Poetry - post poems that move you

Postby Linda Anderson on Tue Aug 05, 2014 1:56 am

"Butterfly Dream" from the Zhuangzi

Once Zhuang Zhou dreamt he was a butterfly, a butterfly flitting and fluttering around, happy and himself and doing as he pleased. He didn't know he was Zhuang Zhou. Suddenly he woke up and there he was, solid and unmistakable Zhuang Zhou. But he didn't know if he was Zhuang Zhou who had dreamt he was a butterfly, or a butterfly dreaming he was Zhuang Zhou.
Not last night,
not this morning;
Melon flowers bloomed.
~ Bassho
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Re: Poetry - post poems that move you

Postby Anders on Tue Aug 05, 2014 8:34 am

Deep in a mountain,
Both on the peak and in the valley,
Raising large voices,
Higurashi cicadas* are chirping,
“This day is already coming to end.”

-- Dogen




Higurashi means the day closer. Cicadas, with a lifespan of only about a week, a symbol of impermanence.
"Even if my body should be burnt to death in the fires of hell
I would endure it for myriad lifetimes
As your companion in practice"
--- Gandavyuha Sutra
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Re: Poetry - post poems that move you

Postby Carol on Tue Aug 12, 2014 8:02 pm

Questionnaire

by Wendell Berry

How much poison are you willing
to eat for the success of the free
market and global trade? Please
name your preferred poisons.

For the sake of goodness, how much
evil are you willing to do?
Fill in the following blanks
with the names of your favorite
evils and acts of hatred.

What sacrifices are you prepared
to make for culture and civilization?
Please list the monuments, shrines,
and works of art you would
most willingly destroy

In the name of patriotism and
the flag, how much of our beloved
land are you willing to desecrate?
List in the following spaces
the mountains, rivers, towns, farms
you could most readily do without.

State briefly the ideas, ideals, or hopes,
the energy sources, the kinds of security;
for which you would kill a child.
Name, please, the children whom
you would be willing to kill.
Practitioners who cultivate the personal realization of buddha knowledge dwell in the bliss of whatever is present and do not abandon their practice.
~Lankavatara Sutra
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