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Tag Archives: poetic forms
Not So Empty
Emptiness is form; nothing has nothing in it, like air in a jar. Saying the jar owns that air is a foolish way to think. Form is emptiness; nothing has something to it that is not alone. Thinking one jar’s … Continue reading
Seasoning
Time knows no season; Spring doesn’t turn to Summer in just one moment. The now is all that exists. You cannot measure its span. Life did not begin; it is always here and now. It is infinite. Before you take … Continue reading
Shikantaza
Who is just sitting? It is not me, or is it, here on the cushion. Who is asking the question? Nobody really knows that. 13 JUN 2024 Share This:
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Tagged emptiness, meditation, poetic forms, self, tanka, waka, zazen
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This Moment of Now
In a moment’s spanlife expands to fill the void;a flower bloomingis a gentle breath of air:earth and sky come together. 04 JUN 2024 Share This:
Only Our Effort: villanelle
I don’t believe that gods watch us at all, or bother with our lives in any way; only our effort makes or breaks our fall. Perhaps it gives us hope, such folderol, or cheats fear-mongers of their gruesome play. I … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, atheism, belief, divinity, effort, faith, French verse forms, humanism, poetic forms, realism, villanelle
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A Single Blink: triolet
A moment’s span is very little time; a single blink and half of it is gone. Not long enough to make ambition’s climb, a moment’s span is very little time, which makes its wasting quite a solemn crime. On such … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, French verse forms, illusion, life, poetic forms, time, tininess, triolet
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These Three Things: triad
On these three things the world depends: life purpose, effort and one’s friends. The first provides velocity: forward motion, destiny. The second supplements one’s sails when wind and tide desist or fail. The third reminds us to respect those in … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, effort, friendship, Irish verse forms, life, poetic forms, purpose, triad
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