Just So» poem

Mahakasyapa’s flower

mikael — Sat, 26 Nov 2011 04:56:13 +0000

A dead stem standing.
Rank water.
Petals scattered.
Something remembered.

Mulitverse

mikael — Tue, 27 Apr 2010 08:04:11 +0000

On and on without beginning or end
Universe within universe
Above and below
Within and without
May your mind awaken and be free

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Peace

mikael — Fri, 16 Apr 2010 20:19:39 +0000

Feeling cold, tired and nauseous,
Thoughts buzzing through my head,
Wondering if I said the right thing,
All sit on the surface of inner peace.

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Clouds

mikael — Sun, 28 Mar 2010 09:40:11 +0000

Disappearing, reappearing
Empty in the air
Depending on water, earth and sun
Yet thinking separate and forever
They weep
Unable to hold the other clouds
If only they knew they were the sky
And clouds

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Nothing is

mikael — Mon, 23 Nov 2009 11:00:00 +0000

Seeing into my mind,
I wipe the floor.
Grasping the moment,
I read sutras.

Don’t give me a name

mikael — Tue, 12 Aug 2008 11:00:00 +0000

Wind upon face.
Trees, streets, sounds of cars.
No practice, no form, no name.
Empty like space, mind is.

Moon

mikael — Sun, 03 Aug 2008 11:00:00 +0000

The moon has two faces.
One light and radiant looking upon the earth reflects the sun.
The other dark and mysterious looks out to the universe.
Which face am I?

Journey

mikael — Thu, 31 Jul 2008 11:00:00 +0000

Outside the wind blows.
After the rain the road glistens.
The sun shines upon my face,
Driving here and nowhere else.

Second Lunch

mikael — Mon, 12 May 2008 11:00:00 +0000

Those ochre cobblestones were removed by those
Who in taverns dream of uncertainty,
Who pass electric guitars for inspiration
And in cluttered malls abandon shoppers
To shoe boxes and perpetual coffee.

Those wild strawberries were sprayed by those
Who starving masquerade as full
Who pass tubes for nature
Who make only fun of everything
And hide the mirrors before we discover who.

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A warmer planet

mikael — Sat, 26 Jan 2008 11:00:00 +0000

Can you see her? She’s wearing nylon shoes.
Eating tofu. She sings the blues.
Plays a guitar.
And everyone wants more.

The air is far too warm she says.
The icebreaker is still in port.
Down south an odd storm or two
Kills thousands. And she cares.

The taxman comes to claim his prize.
Leave her be. She’s a carbon life form.
She’s not even wed. And
Her mother already ate her bread.

On Facebook she writes a line
Now that she’s not on company time.
And saving bees from humankind.
And everyone still wants more.

She’s lonely and death’s not far away
She feels. And she doesn’t believe
In heaven. She got nothing more
to give. So leave her be, I say.

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