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Poetry and Haiku

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March 2018

Paper Lanterns

Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #26 Revise That Haiku
the summer moon
there are a lot of paper lanterns
on the street

© Masaoka Shiki (1867-1902)

paper lanterns
line the street
summer moonlight

Use that Quote

Carpe Diem Weekend-Meditation #25 Use That Quote

“The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.”
 Rabindranath Tagore.

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momentary kiss
seconds span a life time
imagination soars

A Children’s Game

Carpe Diem #1392 A Children’s Game

‘A Children’s Game’, has been taken from The Essential Rumi by Coleman Barks

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flying high
harrowing escapes
mountain climbing
afternoon adventures
on the playground

The Flute Weeps

\Carpe Diem #1390 The Flute Weeps

 

whispered notes
across empty wine bottles
tequila rag

A Great Silence

Carpe Diem #1391 A Great Silence

The inspiration for my poem was Rumi’s poem “A Great Silence.”

beautiful spring
a tear falls
I have no words

Revise That Haiku

Carpe Diem Weekend-Meditation #24 Revise That Haiku

in the moonlight,
the color and scent of the wisteria
seems far away

© Yosa Buson (1716-1784)

moonless night
scent of wisteria
pierces the fog

Saladin’s Begging Bowl

Carpe Diem #1389 Begging Bowl

Of these two thousand “I” and “We” people,
which am I?

Don’t try to keep me from asking!
Listen, when I’m this out of control!
But don’t put anything breakable in my way!

There is an original inside me.
What’s here is a mirror for that, for you.

If you are joyful, I am.
If you grieve, or if you’re bitter, or graceful,
I take on those qualities.

Like the shadow of a cypress tree in the meadow,
like the shadow of a rose, I live
close to the rose.

If I separated myself from you,
I would turn entirely thorn.

Every second, I drink another cup of my own blood-wine.
Every instant, I break an empty cup against your door.

I reach out, wanting you to tear me open.

Saladin’s generosity lights a candle in my chest.
Who am I then?

His empty begging bowl.

© Rumi (Tr. Coleman Barks)

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my parents house
no longer a hub of laughter
just an empty shell

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dusty road
street urchin’s empty hand
pleading

Community of Spirit

Carpe Diem #1388 The Community Of The Spirit

A Community Of The Spirit:
There is a community of the spirit.
Join it, and feel the delight
of walking in the noisy street,
and being the noise.
Drink all your passion,
and be a disgrace.
Close both eyes
to see with the other eye.
Open your hands,
if you want to be held.
Sit down in this circle.
Quit acting like a wolf, and feel
the shepherd’s love filling you.
At night, your beloved wanders.
Don’t accept consolations.
Close your mouth against food.
Taste the lover’s mouth in yours.
You moan, “She left me.” “He left me.”
Twenty more will come.
Be empty of worrying.
Think of who created thought!
Why do you stay in prison
when the door is so wide open?
Move outside the tangle of fear-thinking.
Live in silence.
Flow down and down in Always
widening rings of being.

my soul’s prison
hemmed in with worry
afraid of street music

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opening blooms
drinking in life’s water
joy and delight

The Breeze at Dawn

Carpe Diem #1387 The Breeze at Dawn

The Breeze at Dawn:

The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don’t go back to sleep.
You must ask for what you really want.
Don’t go back to sleep.
People are going back and forth across the doorsill
where the two worlds touch.
The door is round and open.
Don’t go back to sleep.

© Rumi

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listening
dawn touches the window sill
breeze flutters my hair

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