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Re: Poetry - post poems that move you

Postby Jok_Hae on Fri Feb 13, 2015 6:16 pm

TTT wrote:
Jok_Hae wrote:
More poetry:

Verse to be Shown to the Brethren

The thousand peaks jut high and pierce the clouds,
A single stream burbles over the mossy rocks.
Such sights and sounds are of themselves distinct,
They tell us all not to search beyond ourselves.
作偈示諸德
千峰突兀攙白雲 一水潺湲瀉蒼石 自然聞見甚分明 爲報諸人休外覓



Hi Joe.

Nice poem. What does it mean?


Have you ever been daydreaming or lost in thought and then you hear a bird sing and that sound snaps you back to the moment?

I think it's like that...

Someone said that Bodhidharma said this:

Trying to find a Buddha or enlightenment is like trying to grab space. Space has a name but no form. It's not something you can pick up or put down. And you certainly can't grab if. Beyond mind you'll never see a Buddha. The Buddha is a product of the mind. Why look for a Buddha beyond this mind?


Emphasis mine, quote from here.
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Re: Poetry - post poems that move you

Postby organizational on Fri Feb 13, 2015 8:14 pm

Why don't you try Mahakasyapa.
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Re: Poetry - post poems that move you

Postby TTT on Sat Feb 14, 2015 12:49 am

So you make a change here and now? If possible?
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Re: Poetry - post poems that move you

Postby Jok_Hae on Sat Feb 14, 2015 5:29 pm

TTT wrote:So you make a change here and now? If possible?


Here is an oldie but goodie:

A big, tough samurai once went to see a little monk.

"Monk!"

He barked, in a voice accustomed to instant obedience.

"Teach me about heaven and hell!"

The monk looked up at the mighty warrior and replied with utter disdain,

"Teach you about heaven and hell? I couldn't teach you about anything. You're dumb. You're dirty. You're a disgrace, an embarrassment to the samurai class. Get out of my sight. I can't stand you."

The samurai got furious. He shook, red in the face, speechless with rage. He pulled out his sword, and prepared to slay the monk.

Looking straight into the samurai's eyes, the monk said softly,

"That's hell."

The samurai froze, realizing the compassion of the monk who had risked his life to show him hell! He put down his sword and fell to his knees, filled with gratitude.

The monk said softly,

"And that's heaven."


:)

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Re: Poetry - post poems that move you

Postby TTT on Sun Feb 15, 2015 1:52 am

Its a nice one. I have read it before. Good to know at times.
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Re: Poetry - post poems that move you

Postby littletsu on Sat Feb 21, 2015 2:54 pm

Attila József

Consciousness

1
The dawn dissevers earth and skies
and at its pure and lovely bidding
the children and the dragonflies
twirl out into the sunworld's budding;
no vapour dims the air's receding,
a twinkling lightness buoys the eyes!
Last night into their trees were gliding
the leaves, like tiny butterflies.

2
Blue, yellow, red, they flocked my dream,
smudged images the mind had taken,
I felt the cosmic order gleam -
and not a speck of dust was shaken.
My dream's a floating shade; I waken;
order is but an iron regime.
By day, the moon's my body's beacon,
by night, an inner sun will burn.

3
I'm gaunt, sometimes bread's all I touch,
I seek amid this trivial chatter
unrecompensed, and yearn to clutch,
what has more truth than dice, more matter.
No roast rib warms my mouth and platter,
no child my heart, foregoing such -
the cat can't both, how deft a ratter,
inside and outside make her catch.

4
Just like split firewood stacked together,
the universe embraces all,
so that each object holds the other
confined by pressures mutual,
all things ordained, reciprocal.
Only unbeing can branch and feather,
only becoming blooms at all;
what is must break, or fade, or wither.

5
Down by the branched marshalling-yard
I lurked behind a root, fear-stricken,
of silence was the living shard,
I tasted grey and weird-sweet lichen.
I saw a shadow leap and thicken:
it was the shadow of the guard -
did he suspect? - watched his shade quicken
upon the heaped coal dew-bestarred.

6
Inside there is a world of pain,
outside is only explanation.
the world's your scab, the outer stain,
your soul's the fever-inflammation.
Jailed by your heart's own insurrection,
you're only free when you refrain,
nor build so fine a habitation,
the landlord takes it back again.

7
I stared from underneath the evening
into the cogwheel of the sky -
the loom of all the past was weaving
law from those glimmery threads, and I
looked up again into the sky
from underneath the steams of dreaming
and saw that always, by and by,
the weft of law is torn, unseaming.

8
Silence gave ear: the clock struck one.
Maybe you could go back to boydom;
walled in with concrete dank and wan,
maybe imagine hints of freedom.
And now I stand, and through the sky-dome
the stars, the Dippers, shine and burn
like bars, the sign of jail and thraldom,
above a silent cell of stone.

9
I've heard the crying of the steel,
I've heard the laugh of rain, its pattern;
I've seen the past burst through its seal:
only illusions are forgotten,
for naught but love was I begotten,
bent, though, beneath my burdens' wheel -
why must we forge such weapons, flatten
the gold awareness of the real?

10
He only is a man, who knows
there is no mother and no father,
that death is only what he owes
and life's a bonus altogether,
returns his find to its bequeather,
holding it only till he goes;
nor to himself, nor to another,
takes on a god's or pastor's pose.

11
I've seen what they call happiness:
soft, blonde, it weighed two hundred kilos;
it waddled smiling on the grass,
its tail a curl between two pillows.
Its lukewarm puddle glowed with yellows,
it blinked and grunted at me - yes,
I still remember where it wallows,
touched by the dawns of blissfulness.

12
I live beside the tracks, where I
can see the trains pass through the station.
I see the brilliant windows fly
in floating dark and dim privation.
Through the eternal night's negation
just so the lit-up days rush by;
in all the cars' illumination,
silent, resting my elbow, I.
合うは別れの始めだ。
有燈就有人。
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Re: Poetry - post poems that move you

Postby Linda Anderson on Sat Feb 21, 2015 6:21 pm

OH!

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Not last night,
not this morning;
Melon flowers bloomed.
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Re: Poetry - post poems that move you

Postby fukasetsu on Wed Mar 04, 2015 1:14 pm

Thousands

Out of the thousands
who are known,
or who want to be known
as poets,
maybe one or two
are genuine
and the rest are fakes,
hanging around the sacred precincts
trying to look like the real thing.
Needless to say
I am one of the fakes,
and this is my story.

~L.C. -the book of longing
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Re: Poetry - post poems that move you

Postby Quiet Heart on Mon Mar 09, 2015 7:58 am

]They that have power to hurt, yet will do none,
That do not do the thing they most do show,
Who, moving others, are themselves as stone,
Unmoved by anger and to temptation slow;
These rightly do inherit heaven's graces,
And husband nature's riches from their own expense;
These are the true lords and owners of their own faces,
We others, but poor stewards to their excellence.
For though the summer's flower is to the summer sweet,
Though to itself, it only live and die,
But if that flower with base infection meet,
The rankest weed may outbrave his dignity:
For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds;
And Lilies that fester, smell far worse than weeds
In Quietness is the beginning of all Things
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Re: Poetry - post poems that move you

Postby partofit22 on Mon Mar 09, 2015 10:49 pm

Let go of your worries
and be completely clear-hearted,
like the face of a mirror
that contains no images.

When it is empty of forms,
all forms are contained in it.
No face would be ashamed
to be so clear.

Rumi
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Re: Poetry - post poems that move you

Postby partofit22 on Mon Mar 23, 2015 3:30 pm

THE INVITATION
by Oriah Mountain Dreamer

It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing. It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain! I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; if you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see beauty even when it’s not pretty, every day, and if you can source your own life from its presence. I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, “Yes!”

It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children. It doesn’t interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away. I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.
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Re: Poetry - post poems that move you

Postby Carol on Mon Mar 30, 2015 8:12 pm

Beet Poetry

I have seen the best veg of my germination destroyed by cooking:
carrots, beetroot, swedes; mashed with butter by angry chefs at dusk,
or grated and juiced by the illuminated machinery of kitchens
purple-headed onions burning in forgotten pans in neon-lit takeaways
and lettuce, turning, turning:
caught in the starry dynamo of the machinery of saladspinner.
Carrots, who curled, abandoned, on chopping boards; and leeks
who ran through streets in mad dreams screaming “celeriac! celeriac!”.
who rotted down on compost heaps
who sprouted in the supernatural dark of larders,
who were lost, beneath mouse-grey mould on ectoplasmic fridge-door shelves

who were rooted in the shadow of Didcot smokestacks
who cowered in terror under September squash-leaves
who tasted radiant cool flesh, of early-morning marrows
and who wept onion-tears as they contemplated
knifesteel, from hessian sacks and box-scheme crates:
who faced the peeler and the grater in insane fear of casserole
and nightmares of spilt beetrootblood, and gouged potato-eyes

who were macerated, blended, chopped; or marinated overnight with wine:
who leached their flavours into stock, or roasted crisp around the body of a duck
who dreamed of honey-glaze. Chillies,
who spilled their hot seed carelessly on formica worktops, and parsnips
too obscene for supermarket shelves: who were diced and boiled
for pasties and trapped inside the crescents of crusts, or
who found their place in cold cottage-pies

who were gently peeled, and chopped and sliced
with beetroot in the quiet of Oxford kitchens
who were dressed in oil in soft wooden spoonfuls:
who were served in bowls in cornerless rooms,
haunted by the echoes of verse and song
who shared their hearts with loving people,
who dream of broccoli forests and
who understand the power and the poetry
in these thin green stems.

- Jack Prichard
Practitioners who cultivate the personal realization of buddha knowledge dwell in the bliss of whatever is present and do not abandon their practice.
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Re: Poetry - post poems that move you

Postby desert_woodworker on Sun Apr 05, 2015 10:06 pm

Poem 4

"I have to know,"
says the child
with determination.

Know what?

"Still trying to find out,"
says the man of middle age.

Says the octogenarian,
"Now I know --
know that it was most fulfilling
for all concerned
for me to have thought
and felt
just as I did
when I was a child
and to have followed it through."

Very, very slowly
we learn to wear
beautiful clothes.


--Mariquita Platov; From the Herb Garden of a Christian Buddhist, 1973,
Cambridge Buddhist Association, Inc., Cambridge, MA, USA
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Re: Poetry - post poems that move you

Postby JessicaLeigh on Mon Apr 06, 2015 6:10 pm

Once I spoke the language of the flowers,
Once I understood each word the caterpillar said,
Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings,
And shared a conversation with the housefly in my bed.

Once I heard and answered all the questions of the crickets,
And joined the crying of each falling
dying flake of snow,

Once I spoke the language of the flowers...
How did it go?
How did it go?

"Forgotten Language"
~Shel Silverstein
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Re: Poetry - post poems that move you

Postby partofit22 on Fri Apr 01, 2016 2:20 am

For Frida Kahlo

Leaving is not enough. You must stay gone.
Train your heart like a dog. Change the locks
even on the house he's never visited.

You lucky, lucky girl. You have an apartment
just your size. A bathtub full of tea. A heart
the size of Arizona, but not nearly so arid.

Don't wish away your cracked past, your crooked toes,
your problems are papier mache puppets you made or bought
because the vendor at the market was so compelling you just had to have them.

You had to have him. And you did. And now you pull down the bridge
between your houses, you make him call before he visits, you take a lover for granted,
you take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic.

Make the first bottle you consume in this place a relic. Place it on whatever altar
you fashion with a knife and five cranberries. Don't lose too much weight.
Stupid girls are always trying to disappear as revenge. And you are not stupid.

You loved a man with more hands than a parade of beggars, and here you stand.
Heart like a four-poster bed. Heart like a canvas. Heart leaking something
so strong they can smell it in the street.

by Marty McConnell
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Re: Poetry - post poems that move you

Postby partofit22 on Fri Apr 01, 2016 2:51 am

The Peace of Wild Things

When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

By Wendell Berry
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Re: Poetry - post poems that move you

Postby fukasetsu on Tue Apr 05, 2016 12:52 am

partofit22 wrote:For Frida Kahlo


Seen the movie?

I used to play all songs from the movie on guitar for mom back in the day, was good for my Spanish.

Anyways probably a duplicate post but my all time favourite poem (especially the bolded part which is a poem in itself)

From Rumi's Father -

Where Are All the Others?

Those full of fear are not really on the way.
Everyone here is a king. No servants.

The wave can never be afraid of the ocean.
Inside that motion, how can anything be "other?"

When you feel separate, you're in your imagination.
Saints are the lights we see within this
exquisite fluid, and I'm not talking about the elements!

There's a light that's the opposite of fire, as white to black.
When what I'm pointing to arrives,
there's no trace of burning.

Don't ask for a lineage of revelation, or explication
of texts, or rules of morality.
There's nothing here but love and mystery.

Welcome to the tavern where drunkards get sober and transparent,
until they disappear altogether in the face of the one they love.
Whatever loosens the taste of their joy comes new with each breath.

In this orchard, and for the garden we farm,
there's no summer or winter.
Roses open every direction.
This world's existence is one night long.

There's a great lively gathering that night,
but some people sleep through it.
Anyone who has seen the Beloved wonders,
"Where are all the others?"

This has nothing to do with thinking or belief.
Bahauddin, you've been left here alone
without your father, the great Mevlana.

From now on you'll have no friend,
no form to love, only what's real.


~Bahauddin
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Re: Poetry - post poems that move you

Postby partofit22 on Thu Apr 07, 2016 6:11 pm

fukasetsu wrote:
partofit22 wrote:For Frida Kahlo


Seen the movie?

I used to play all songs from the movie on guitar for mom back in the day, was good for my Spanish.

Anyways probably a duplicate post but my all time favourite poem (especially the bolded part which is a poem in itself)

From Rumi's Father -

Where Are All the Others?

Those full of fear are not really on the way.
Everyone here is a king. No servants.

The wave can never be afraid of the ocean.
Inside that motion, how can anything be "other?"

When you feel separate, you're in your imagination.
Saints are the lights we see within this
exquisite fluid, and I'm not talking about the elements!

There's a light that's the opposite of fire, as white to black.
When what I'm pointing to arrives,
there's no trace of burning.

Don't ask for a lineage of revelation, or explication
of texts, or rules of morality.
There's nothing here but love and mystery.

Welcome to the tavern where drunkards get sober and transparent,
until they disappear altogether in the face of the one they love.
Whatever loosens the taste of their joy comes new with each breath.

In this orchard, and for the garden we farm,
there's no summer or winter.
Roses open every direction.
This world's existence is one night long.

There's a great lively gathering that night,
but some people sleep through it.
Anyone who has seen the Beloved wonders,
"Where are all the others?"

This has nothing to do with thinking or belief.
Bahauddin, you've been left here alone
without your father, the great Mevlana.

From now on you'll have no friend,
no form to love, only what's real.


~Bahauddin


Yes, and read a biography (about her) back in the 90's- :)

Beautiful poem, thank you for posting it-
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Re: Poetry - post poems that move you

Postby partofit22 on Thu Apr 07, 2016 6:26 pm

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Re: Poetry - post poems that move you

Postby partofit22 on Wed Apr 13, 2016 1:20 pm

And When You Leave, Take Your Pictures With You

Our white sisters
radical friends
love to own pictures of us
sitting at a factory machine
wielding a machete
in our bright bandanas
holding brown yellow black red children
reading books from literacy campaigns
holding machine guns bayonets bombs knives
Our white sisters
radical friends
should think
again.

Our white sisters
radical friends
love to own pictures of us
walking to the fields in the hot sun
with straw hat on head if brown
bandana if black
in bright embroidered shirts
holding brown yellow black red children
reading books from literacy campaigns
smiling.
Our white sisters
should think again.
No one smiles
at the beginning of a day spent
digging for souvenir chunks of uranium
of cleaning up after
our white sisters
radical friends.

And when our white sisters
radical friends see us
in the flesh
not as a picture they own,
they are not quite sure
if
they like us as much.
We’re not as happy as we look
on
their
wall.

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