I thank God with all my heart
for the gifts he has given mankind.
Uncountable are his miracles, immeasurable his love…
He has filled each day with his splendor
and given us eyes to see,
hearts that can comprehend,
spirits that stand in awe.
Also he has permitted us
knowledge beyond our wisdom,
and has granted us, in our unripeness,
the power to destroy the earth.
I praise his fathomless mercy
and thank him for his difficult grace…
from “Soul of Rumi”
During the day
the Budda shelters behind
mosquitoes
ISSA
Sharing one umbrella –
the person more in love
gets wet
KSEISANJIN
With each falling petal
they grow older
— plum branches
BUSON
NATURE POEM
you are 50,000 Light Years
running through my brain in
tracksuits or
you are like sitting in a bar
with enough money
with a good drink
and looking through the window
at the snow
you are the dead fish of miracle
moving
you are the love-god of ice cream
phantasy
you have diminished the screaming of
children as they drink my
blood
I think that you have killed landlords
wanting rent
and also bad
tigers
there is a white flower laying against
my screen
like a whore
like a cat
like a white flower
I could not go to work
tonight because I could not
stop living
and now I am lying in bed
looking at the white flower.
Charles Bukowski
I follow the one who showed me the way. I extend one hand up, and with the other I touch the ground. A great branch leans down from the sky. How long will I keep talking of up and down? This is not my home: silence, annihilation, absence! I go back where everything is nothing.
Rumi & Coleman B.
The ancient tradition that the world will be consumed in fire at the end of six thousand years is true, as I have heard from Hell.For the cherub with his flaming sword is hereby commanded to leave his guard at tree of life, and when he does, the whole creation will be consumed, and appear infinite, and holy whereas it now appears finite & corrupt.
This will come to pass by an improvement of sensual enjoyment.
But first the notion that man has a body distinct from his soul, is to be expunged: this I shall do, by printing in the infernal method, by corrosives, which in Hell are salutary and medicinal, melting apparent surfaces away, and displaying the infinite which was hid.
If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, infinite.
For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thro’ narrow chinks of his cavern.
William Blake form “Marriage of Heaven and Hell”
