Feb 17 2010

a girl

The tree has entered my hands, The sap has ascended my arms, The tree has grown in my breast - Downward, The branches grow out of me, like arms. Tree you are, Moss you are, You are violets with wind above them. A child – so high – you are, And all this [...]

Dec 23 2009

winter haiku

an extract from a lovely haiku by P Noble freshly cut oranges revive memories too deep for sharing orion’s arm reaches over the horizon tossing stars      

Sep 26 2009

kālidāsa

From Kumārasambhava 5.24 As Parvati is meditating, the first rain drops of the monsoon fall on her: sthitāḥ kṣaṇaṃ pakṣmasu tāḍitādharāḥ payodharotsedhanipātacūrṇitāḥ । valīṣu tasyāḥ skhalitāḥ prapedire cireṇa nābhiṃ prathamodabindavaḥ and two lovely translations: With momentary pause the first drops rest Upon the lash then strike her nether lip, Fracture the ladder of her waist then trip And slowly [...]

Sep 15 2009

a little blake

    Merry Merry Sparrow Under leaves so green A happy Blossom Sees you swift as arrow Seek your cradle narrow Near my Bosom. Pretty Pretty Robin Under leaves so green A happy Blossom Hears you sobbing sobbing Pretty Pretty Robin Near my Bosom. from Songs of Innocence and of Experience by William Blake Continue reading

Aug 11 2009

robert herrick

a re-post while i’m enjoying the summer hols   Continue reading

Aug 5 2009

Thich Nhat Hahn

Drink Your Tea Drink your tea slowly and reverently, as if it is the axis on which the world earth revolves – slowly, evenly, without rushing toward the future; Live the actual moment. Only this moment is life. Being Peace If we are peaceful. If we are happy. We can smile and blossom Like [...]

Jul 27 2009

charles bukowski

splash the illusion is that you are simply reading this poem. the reality is that this is more than a poem. this is a beggar’s knife. this is a tulip. this is a soldier marching through Madrid. this is you on your death bed. this [...]

Jul 10 2009

Li Po

I love this poem, thanks to the gorgeous and thoughtful Ya Continue reading

Jul 9 2009

petals

The apparition of these faces in the crowd; Petals on a wet, black bough. Ezra Pound

Jul 7 2009

kuan yun she

  Seventh Day Seventh Month   Tangle together like painted Clouds on a screen, then, Thighs enlaced, heads together On the pillow we sing softly To the full moon and watch time pass. The declining moon marks the hours. Suddenly we are seized by grief and fear. Three o’clock in the morning Has gone by but we cannot [...]