Songs don't do it for me... and good words are hard to come by tonight... Sitting in new, marble-washed jeans, i'd be happier, i know, in my own skin. White plum blossom is subdued to silhouettes in fading light and i am distracted by a photo of a spry Nanao Sasaki...padmasana in just a pair of shorts, singing with amigos...Suwanose Island, 1967...And it is now hard to muster applause for those english folk-revivalists as i sit, quietly looking into Nanao's eyes...trying to catch a glint of how it is to live on this planet earth...2013....... i will collect poems and keep right-on to the end of the road.... Aah...it'll be bryter later...just you wait and see..bluebirds, plum blossoms and all....(8pm...Golden GOJI Hermitage.)

"LANGUAGE IS A DEVICE TO TAKE THE MYSTERY OUT OF BEING." Anon.

1.
winter's pale notes
occupy my contemplations

2.
tranquil moments
caressed with kindness

3.
silence
no conversations
express the mystery

4.
reverie
allows daydream
in clear light

5.
eyes beckon lips
imprint a smile

6.
primitive hands
put together
kindness savoured

7.
possessed by beauty
complete beatitude

8.
morning light
it hurts
to look

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31st December 2011/2nd April 2013
Golden GOJI Hermitage

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for SOSHIN

Ruminating on Ryokan
or the Great Matter
Boiling a kettle
but not for tea
Apples growing
outside my window
It's so good
to be writing
to you again
Tell me about
the Three Wheels Temple
Tell me
where you are.
*
June 1999/April 2013.
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HERMIT DAYDREAMS

(1)
W/OUT WORDS
SMALL LIGHTS
LEAD THE WAY

(2)
QUIET STEPS
IMMENSE INTERVALS
ON STAIRS

(3)
SPRING NIGHT
CONSIDERING
BIRDSONG & RAIN

(4)
MOMENT BY MOMENT
EXCURSIONS INTO
THE NIGHT SKY

(5)
HERMIT DAYDREAMS
NOT LOOKING
NOT LISTENING

(6)
ONLY GOD COULD
STOP THESE THOUGHTS
STOP THIS MUSIC

*
(Golden GOJI Hermitage / APRIL 2012/APRIL 2013
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VIOLETS AT RADIPOLE LAKE

Alongside one of RADIPOLE's many paths, is a place where violets grow. They appear late-winter as a sort-of harbinger of "our" spring. LATE-WINTER/EARLY-SPRING are rather blurry terms these days. In FEBRARY "we" thought SPRING had come, only to be plunged into COLD-WINTER as EASTER and APRIL arrive together this year. And COLD is forecast until the END of APRIL! Beware, you visitors to "our" shores from the antipodes!
My father, dead, seven years now, would love to see these VIOLETS, on his walks. AND now, i go in his stead and remember.
i have a feeling i will be too late to see 'em this year however. Far too late! Seems like a forlorn expectation. Plenty of narcissi...plenty of 'em...

 

 

......I do not see the violets. i look as i progress along the path towards the spot. I LOOK. Then I do see 'em. Just a few, clinging-on for me. They are there. THEY ARE THERE STILL....

 

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STINGY ARTIST NEW YEAR GREETINGS 2011 - 2 POEMS

TWIGS

TRIMMINGS

WINTER-WOOD

FROM

CHERRY

BLOSSOMING

STILL

ON

COMPOST

HEAP

*

STILL

BEAUTIFUL

STILL

FLOWERING

FLEA-BITTEN

ROSE

ON

A

SINGLE

STEM

*

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i wanted to write a poem : my 200th blogpost

thru & thru & thru

1)
Rain & rain & rain
thru cold late-winter nights
bursting with intensity
as if on a
hot tin roof
decibels that
comfort and ignite.

2)
Give sleep the elbow
the blacker the night the better
the night
just one stud
in Orion's belt
thru slow-moving cloud.

3)
Lights & candles at bay
my voodoo chile
thru a blur of rain
forget your breath
& tumble out of bed.
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(Golden GOJI Hermitage - 26 march 2013)
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