Long Buddhas Poems

OK class, now listen up and down,
in and out,
said Professor Fuller Watts,
professing political philosophy 404.

We begin with a deductive
reductive
universal objective lesson,
then spread out across inductive intuition
unitarian inside/outside formation 
and self/other-governing intelligence
through co-mediating mind/body gratitude.

I will...

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The finite contemplating the infinite
The stardust male and female still flush with light
From exploding stars, seeding new possibilities, our true progenitors.
So that even God Himself must take note of our passing (in its season),
Such elemental...

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In the red desert of the rising sun  
In the surrealness of its silence  
The sky turned grey and ominous  
Amidst the blackened  rain   
As the suns fell into...

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In times of a virus spreading its unruly truths I wonder why

	What matters most seems to be toilet paper

Loops and loops of the stuff and people care about their bum

Three ply of course because thin...

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(“Dark Pool of Light Nebula”, 2011, original oil)

The Space of Dreams

The space of dreams is a mysterious place.
Where exactly is it? Some would quickly say
Only within the neural nets of our brains,
Where dream memories are...

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These are English translations of Spanish poems by Pablo Neruda. 

Religión en el Este (“Religion in the East”)
by Pablo Neruda
translation by Michael R. Burch

for Tom Merrill

I realized in Rangoon:
the gods were our enemies
as much as...

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(Rinpoche in Sarnath, 1987)

That’s What A Buddha’s Like

It’s hard to know where to start
when talking about the ineffable.

Maybe starting at the end is best.

It’s taken me a lifetime to appreciate
the little things, the simple, unadorned,...

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The Bodhisattva of Boundless Will then asked in verse:
“O World Honored One of wondrous countenance, 
I now seek once more the origins of the One Who Hears 
And Heeds the Sounds of the World!” 

And...

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buddha the light of asia
the beacon of peace
revered around the world
confined by some radicals
in his own enlighten abode
shackled in superstitious principals
he broke away from
preaching against blind faith
encouraging open mind
to question all and everything
not even sparing...

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downsizing was meant to become
a tool for freedom and devotion
yet it remained a passion unfulfilled
crowded in cherished possessions

they call me a hoarder although 
I prefer to be seen as a
distinguished collector
stylish hunter and gatherer
connoisseur of...

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New town, new job, strapped for cash. It was her birthday and this was all I could afford.
          
       ...

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The dawning day is like an open door
for voyagers adrift in living stream
to waken from the dream asleep no more.

When out of slumber’s seas we’re cast ashore
and consciousness resumes its heady beam,
the dawning day is...

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There are rights and wrongs, or so it seems,
in the most outlandish fancy flights.
When we’re asleep even in our dreams
there’s an awareness of wrongs and rights.

Yet are they the same for all of us?
Perhaps in...

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Buddha is deeply listening

My esteemed teacher
kindly reminds me,

"To see the master
not as a [merely natural] human being,
but as the Buddha himself,
is the source [and resource]
of highest blessing."

But,
not necessarily the deepest blessing
for all EarthBodies
seeking spiritual multicultures
of...

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The following is my poetic/liturgical translation of the Heart Sutra:

The Bodhisattva Avalokitesvara,
Whilst in profound Prajna Paramita 
Saw illume the void of the five skandhas 
And prevailed over all pain and peril.

Sariputta, image and void differ...

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learning how to dehydrate food was easy
but it was so hard to convince them
to get over the need for meat.
learning dehydration was easy: expensive but easy.I couldn't forget I called my Lover, she liked doing...

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For years I had three wise monkeys seated on the table where I write.
They would greet me every morning when I first turned on the light.

Reminding me in life…whatever my desires….wants and needs…
to do the...

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what is wrong with thee?
o, plenty.
The non verbal,
repetitor.
She listens to wandering
ghostly attempts at
remembering
the past
to perserve
her future
to maintain
a quo.
ta.

of whom she laid eyes on,
upon the day
when her heart spoke
the language
of the unknown monk
whom the captain watts
often...

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Special offer for forbidden fruit two for the price of one

Discounted pleasure until ultimate stock clearance lasts

		Adam’s apples included

		Unisex versions available

		Sustainable and organic

Nails and planks for the eye flat-packed easy to assemble

Build your own bloody...

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Aqueous humor: she said of the buddahs hands that were
placed upon the table. Macula, and marvelous! A specticail
appealing to the eyes. Yards and Yards of lemongrass, and
beautiful bounties of Buddhas hands, the booty and prize...

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Beneath the sea of glistening stars,
Between the ethereal evening air,
Lies a forest of glowing dreams,
But as diverse and rich as they are,
None escape the same Moonbeam.

Under the lucent morning glow,
Roll waves of raving emotions, 
Turbid...

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The love of Ganesha....

Born upon the branches of the Monterey cypress', ucalyptusly turning leaves

Joyfully displayed reflections this retros, predominant vanguards of the times

Preceptencies vibrantly rainbowic colours; renditions aside the sea

Peace signs embracing the Eastern world...

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great leaders sup in style
tete a tete, haute cuisine
attentive servants grovel
perfectly pleased to preen
as common soldiers while away
the quick moments of their lives
until the final stanza
battle screams, widowed wives
bullet sandwich breakfast
shrapnel pie for brunch
body bags...

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Here is my teacher,there flies my teacher
One who taught me to be higher the Reacher
Do not lose hope she said,For morrow
Strive hard and walk through every borough
Might you be, what I was, that today
Forget not,I...

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Like an eagle I soar and spin,
Hover over the skies within;
Searching something hidden for long,
Whence my life, like the Om, prolong;
Incessantly tuning...

A million stars of virtues shine,
With moons of morals intertwine;
Sun of honor never does...

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