Category Archives: Tanka

Unforgotten

UNFORGOTTEN

I live in terror
Waiting for our next mistake
You are my mother
But then I am your father
Long dead they live on in us

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Wavingnweaving

WAVINGNWEAVING

Waving to weavers
While weaving while wondering
Why weave and why why
While weaving while wandering
Wondering, weaving, waving

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This is dedicated to all readers who are also writers, and especially those who may be called – by themselves or by others – poets.

The Wound We Wind

THE WOUND WE WIND

Round and round we wind
The wound we wound around us
Tight in our own grasp
History is history
The present we give ourselves

Observations

OBSERVATIONS

No me to be right
Likewise no me to be wrong
What we encounter
Is what we see it to be
The observer no less so

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“The world is an illusion; it has no real existence. And this is what is meant by ‘imagination’ (khayāl). For you just imagine that it (i.e. the world) is an autonomous reality quite different from and independent of the Absolute Reality, while in truth it is nothing of the sort. Know that you yourself are an imagination. And everything that you perceive and say to yourself, ‘this is not me’ is also an imagination. So that the whole world of existence is imagination within imagination.”

– Ibn Arabi.

Kali Yuga Time, Folks

KALI YUGA TIME, FOLKS

They soiled their linen
Over several lifetimes
Again and again
Then woke up, soaked, washed and rinsed
Now here comes the spin cycle

Departure Lounge

DEPARTURE LOUNGE

Motion suspended
Awaiting call to action
Anticipation
Flickering candles of thought
Like tiny sparks in the night

Bound For Glory

BOUND FOR GLORY

Rabid believers
Still contemplate Heaven from
A lavatory
From which some are excluded
While some can’t stand the stench

Tanka On Silence

TANKA ON SILENCE

Think before speaking
For needless vacuity
Benefits no one
If you have nothing to say
Please do say it by all means

Lost At Sea

LOST AT SEA

Awaken from sleep
Recalling another world
Which one is the dream?

Each breath a butterfly’s wing
Lacy … bearing me aloft

Overreaching Oneself

OVERREACHING ONESELF

“I” think “I” know, yet
It’s mostly conjecture and
Imagination
So I tried out “We” then “You”
But then “I” says much the same

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