Posted on November 2, 2014, in Poetry and tagged Exploration, Life, Revolution, Robert Graves, Social commentary, Struggle, Youth. Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.
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“You should stop words and letters, and learn to withdraw and reflect on yourself. When you do so, your body and mind will naturally fall away, and your original Buddha nature will appear.” – Dogen.
Now, where can I find . . . ?
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Stacked in the back room
Filed but not forgotten
Admissions of a structure junky
Stringy theories . . .
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Stepping out on faith or stay huddle in fear. Creatively expressed, Ben.
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“It’s now or never”
The King said; we mortals step
Somewhere in between
And thank you for your ever generous words, Kim. 🙂
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🙂 always welcome.
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What I get out of this is the portrait of someone who is
“Fearful since weaned on uninvited comeuppances,”
but joins the game anyway by peeking.
Hard to avoid a good time when the evening is growing dark and the biggest kid has just kicked the can and run off chortling into the neighborhood’s shadows. Even if you know, just know, things can, and often do, go wrong, and you end up “it,” and there’s no end to missing shadows that lurch suddenly out of the dark and kick the can again and leave you dealing with the aftermath of their chortles.
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Yes, I think you get the gist of it. All of us are sparks in an overall red shower. You asked me recently whether I had read “Love Respelt”. I have managed to get hold of a copy and have decided on a project. I intent to write a series of poems in which each is in some way inspired or influenced by one of those in “Love Respelt”. “Another Red Shower” is the first fruit of this project and I have made a start on the second. Watch this space. 🙂
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