Long Easeful Poems

My teacher died.
   
   His lungs failed him.

He taught me that the lungs
harbor grief.

   His lungs are gone.
My grief has only just arrived.


   He used his lungs...

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Sing a new song,
In laughing notes of light,
Falling soft as the dawn,
Sighing joy through each midnight,
Feelings glistening like the stars,
Assembled in skies, inspiring…
Playing gentle like old guitars
Reassuring the moments so alive…

Sing a new song,
One full...

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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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(This is the image of a semi urban city of India)

The glow of a late Autumn Sunset,
Gleams over the dense city streets.
Rushing wheels and honking horns,
Halt awhile for the traffic signs.

Through the rows of rushing...

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During my morning strolls along country paths
The world comes alive in all its gleam n’ glitter
What lovely autumn vistas unfurl and pass me by
What miracles of creation, what wonders of life
What variety, what fantastic medley
What...

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"From deep within my heart I always catch the scent of my Beloved. How can I help but follow that fragrance?" Quote By _ Rumi 


Once we were a happy pair of doves
Seeking warmth under...

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Would you take a chance with coarse anomy:
A folk with dreams like yours tag an enemy?
A partaker does hurt vibrant economy,
Dropped farms for power: Poorest Agronomy…

Rivals to get rid of with shameful hustles,
Paid full cash...

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Eyes are a beauty like no other,
Where your deepest sense shines like lustrous glass;
The perfect crystal structure,
A divine un-shattered over easeful stars.

Today I looked upon the light.

Today I woke from a heavy slumber
With memory much...

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I know 
flowers are 
beautiful 
     I know 
flowers smell 
so sweet
     I know 
flowers are nice
     Really nicer 
than the moon
 ...

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HEAVEN WHISPERS HER NAME

My days of the past
Comes to fore at last
Fulfilling desires of the heart?
The start of a known new path
Promise to keep a gem
I'll make her my emblem.
My Wisdom Sesay seasoning;
Skin glistering, voice...

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I am drawn to you as an alcoholic to a glass of whiskey, 
I lift you to my lips taking a simple sip, 
I pour you from the bottle I’ve enclosed you within, 
Without fail,
Another...

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Bright Lotus of the lily pad
Let it be known who fears the fall
You who all would uphold in slumber
Blind to a gaze refrained or stalled.
Amongst this lonely block of figures and sand
And thick, heated lines
You...

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Intense and absurd is the ecstatic sorrow of Fall,
Could it be ephemeral craze or the rust within my mind?
Easeful summers and beatific springs placate my angst… 
Balmy feral winters palliate my soul and my sense,...

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The dying from torture should this resist,
Over the struggle to hang on persist;
His would-be killers punishing badly or a little
-Like glass taking for the still brittle-
With  teeth that still understand ‘How to bite’
And palms...

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In the throes of madness,
Some have said acuteness of the senses is a level no man can know unless he himself is mad 

A return to instinct allows the senses to guide you through the...

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When clouds upon the summer breeze all rest
And easeful, take upon their faery flight
Into the paling crimson of the west
Where noonday dreams wilt in the breath of night,
I look into the east, and try to...

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Society is but a volatile brew of a lucky few, and plenty of:

Philosophers without portfolio,
Scholars without power, 
Able men in a crippled world,
Visionaries weary of worry,
Artists bereft of brushes,
Patient men ensnared by a rush, 
Actors...

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I have loved these evening walks
through smoldering reeks,
ankle deep in haunted litter.
Loved
the flicker of mottled hawks,
flaming across a waterborne sky,
the soft mats of moss upon late shadows,
the silver shimmer of small paw prints
in muddy puddles.
Those...

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I want a drunk moon
one entirely at home
in a glass of golden wine.

Let evil be forever sober,
wine hydrates reality,
a dead moon bloom's
in small cups of tipsy poetry.

I want to rest my eyes
in a winding river...

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Too often I have forgotten the nectar

   of welcomed recollection,

Having been lazed out 

   in Sylvan grasses green,

   lounging upon the footstool of the world.....

   where the...

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'Tween Sensibilities' Splendor 

You speak adamantly of gentle courage
     and sharing spring's flourished nectar,
the swooning rhythm of swaying trees
   and the easeful breezes that flow
    ...

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Sunlight dissolves the shadows, so peaceful
Echoing across the meadows and hills
Singing to the twilight edges who stills
Revealing gentle, silence so easeful

Winds expose the secrets of the morning
As autumn’s glow colors the world in calm
Gifting the...

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END   OF   DREAM.



Perhaps I have lost the end of dream
For indulging in too much wakefulness
Or I have replicated the regale reality
In charades of some perpetual imagined.

Will I ever stay in sleep...

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Concealed within a wistful smile
a mother’s tender tears
fall softly as the dawn appears 
again, across an alien land, so distant
from the soothing comfort
of family and familiar things.
And yet, her sometimes tired eyes
will twinkle oft with...

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