This feeling
this tattered net
this piece of cake
this morning
this poem
this broken yolk
this dandelion
this warning
this girl
and her friend
and the song
they are singing
this scent of green
this in between
this longing
this knowing.
Posts Tagged ‘impermanence’
Lessons in Impermanence
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged impermanence, knowing, poem, poetry on May 17, 2013 | 2 Comments »
Five Admissions
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged desire, impermanence, pleasure, poem, poetry on April 1, 2013 | 2 Comments »
The truth is, we don’t really want to be free from desire or to admit that clinging to the pleasures of the senses—the taste of delicious food; the sound of music, gossip, or a joke; the touch of a sexual embrace—ends unavoidably in disappointment and suffering. We don’t have to deny that pleasant feelings are pleasurable. But we must remember that like every other feeling, pleasure is impermanent.
—Bhante Gunaratana, “Desire and Craving,” Tricycle Magazine
so soon I find it—
the bottom
of the potato chip bag
*
make us more bonobo
than chimpanzee, preferring
to fuck than fight
*
all night, the same
refrain after every bit of news:
April Fools
*
sound of flamenco
guitar, I will pay you a hundred poems
to play one more hour
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missing this:
your lips, your lips, too long gone
between each kiss
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged carpe diem, gratitude, haiku, impermanence, loss, love on December 14, 2012 | 5 Comments »
every day the right day
to smell the lily as if
never again
What Endures
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged heart rock, impermanence, love, masonry, poem, sacred space on May 18, 2012 | 3 Comments »
Perhaps it will seem to you that the sunshine is brighter and that everything has a new charm. At least, I believe this is always the result of a deep love, and it is a beautiful thing.
— Vincent Van Gogh
The Egyptians left
their pyramids,
the Romans their
public works,
the Greeks left
temples for
their deities,
the Persians
left palaces.
I am no
stoneworker,
will leave
no standing legacy,
just a heap
of heart rocks
beside the river
and all that enormous
space around them.
