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POEMS
2020-2022
Ode to Nothing
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March 2021
TALE OF A SIMPLE WANDERING MONK
#Wednesday Wisdom
#Buddhism
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February 2021
VACANT HOUSE
#Tuesday Fantasies
#Future Possibilities
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NEW YEAR 2021, January 2021, #MondayMemories, #Memorable Moments
November 2020
ME AND MY SHADOW
#Monday Memories
#Self-Discovery
October 2020
MEMORIES
#Monday Memories
#Self-Discovery
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ME AND MY SHADOW, November 2020, #Monday Memories. #Self-Discovery
ODE TO NOTHING, September 2020, #Wednesday Wisdom, #Epiphany
March 2021
Tale of a Simple Wandering Monk
#Wednesday Wisdom, #Buddhism
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All Buddhist monks in Thailand acquire merit by following a set of precepts for the monastic life. They can use this merit to assure a good rebirth for themselves, or to benefit other living beings. One day, imagining the possible life of a simple monk wandering on the slopes of Doi Suthep, just as the Buddha did in legendary times, I recalled this Zen parable. Two monks happened on a woman who was having trouble crossing a fast-moving river. Seeing her need, the older monk picked her up, carried her across, and set her down on the other side. After some time, the younger monk asked, “We should not touch women. Why did you pick up that one at the river?” The first monk replied, “I left her behind long ago, but you are still carrying her with you.” This parable inspired my fantastical tale of a simple wandering monk.
A simple wandering monk was he,
The precepts following.
He traced the paths the Buddha trod
In the valley of the Ping.
Each morn he traveled down a lane
Somewhere on Doi Suthep.
Not thinking of nor loss nor gain,
He walked with steady step.
Then one fine day he chanced upon
A very beauteous she,
Whose loveliness for him became
That day his destiny.
He watched and waited for a chance
To greet this lovely lass
In hopes that she with just one glance
Might bring him happiness.
Just then a viper in a tree
Fell onto her bare neck.
The monk reacted instantly
Its deadly strike to check.
“How dare you” said the beauteous she
And slapped his hand away.
The snake saw opportunity -
She died that very day.
“Alas, alack, it’s all my fault.
My silly vanity
And errant thoughts have surely wrought
This sad calamity.
“I ate the apple, gift from Eve,
And lost the beauteous she.
The snake that did our kind deceive
Has taken her from me.”
Not having any kindling wood
Or match to light a fire
He did the next best thing he could -
He made a little byre,
Then wove a shroud of fresh green leaves
And laid her there to rest.
Oblivious to the soft, warm breeze
That blew in from the west,
He sat cross-legged to meditate
And ponder on events.
A thought arose, no need to wait,
This thought made perfect sense.
“What matter if when I return
I come as bug or snail,
Whatever lesson I’m to learn
My next life will unveil.
“The merit earned while on this earth
Has no more worth for me,
I’ll offer it for her rebirth
In hopes to set her free.”
So saying, he let go his pain,
Then went his wandering way.
And no one’s heard of him again
Except in this monk’s lay.
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September 2020
ODE TO NOTHING
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September 2020
Ode to Nothing
#WednesdayWisdom, #Epiphany
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In mid-April 2020, in the midst of the corona virus pandemic, as I was preparing to send off some draft poems for review by my editor, I came across a poem he had recently published, entitled “Ode to the Cooronavirus.” He says that he wrote this poem because he was trying to hold tightly to everything in that time of great uncertainty, but realized that of course, nothing can be held in place. The writing of the poem was, for him, a search for the words that he needed to find to get through the days – “to remember how to live.” The poem which follows is a personal comment on his verse which I wrote at the time, but which has wider applicability.
"But nothing is mine. And that’s
the lesson you came to teach."
Jon Davis, Ode to the Coronavirus, in Letter to America, April 6, 2020, Terrain.Org.
It’s true. Nothing is yours and nothing is mine –
Not even the poems you’ve already written or the ones I hope to write.
And yet we keep trying,
Driven by the ephemeral force of the ego-mind
That one day was born and will, on some other day, die,
The ephemeral force without which human life would also be – nothing.
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OCTOBER 26 2021
New Year 2021
#MondayMemories, MemorableMoments
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NEW YEAR 2021 - a difficult year coming to an end a new one arriving full of uncertainties. To celebrate pr not to celebrate? As I prepared for the New Year's Eve Party, I felt that I was Floating in Time. Upon arriving, I found myself seated next to a stranger who regaled me with stories of becoming a bodyguard by learning the Essence of Shaolin Zen. On the way home, in a good mood, my driver explained how to say Happy New Year, the Thai Way, and why it is important to always bring in the New Year with a smile.
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FLOATING IN TIME
Now never came,
back then in my youth,
when I thought life had not yet begun.
Then I suffered and planned
for what I would do, when
the now of my future showed up.
When that moment came,
I discovered that now
had always been near, even then.
Now COVID has come,
what was then is gone,
and the when that’s ahead is unknown.
So let’s leave then behind,
put when out of mind,
and toast the new normal now.
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ESSENCE OF SHAOLIN ZEN
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As we raised the first glass
to greet the New Year,
the stranger began to speak.
Tall, bulky, and fit,
dressed all in black,
he dropped me a classic line.
"You're drinking white wine
---here’s a menu," he said.
"I’Il buy you your food instead."
No question, no doubt,
a peremptory tone---
I looked up. "I accept," I said.
"Thought you would," he replied,
quite satisfied,
as he opened another beer.
Introductions came next.
"I’m retired," I said.
"Worked in Rome for 30-odd years."
I told him my job---
to assure ample food
for all people to eat at all times.
"Is that so," he said.
"I work in security too.
As a young Irish lad
"I was fat and unfit,
went to China and learned
how to speak fluent Mandarin.
"Trained in Shaolin Zen
and mastered the art
of fighting with pure intent.
"I’m a bodyguard now,
an interesting life,
guarding the celebs and rich."
I made a brief comment
about martial arts
as he peered in my mesmerized eyes.
"So tell me," he asked,
what’s the core that is taught
by the masters of Zen in Shaolin?"
"One-pointed awareness,"
I started to say,
but he stopped me. "You’re wrong," he said.
"Empty mind is the answer.
When you know empty mind.
it’s then that you’ve understood Zen."
Entranced, I watched
as his body stilled
and he entered the heart of Shaolin.
This Irishman, drunk
and full of himself,
had just shown me how he’d been trained.
Then his wife leaned over,
they spoke in Chinese;
soon after he whipped out his phone.
"Look here," he said.
I looked and I saw
my own face--- a selfie with him.
'How teen.' I thought.
But I put on a smile,
crinkled my eyes, and posed.
He positioned himself,
motioned me in,
adjusted the screen to prepare.
In that moment he grasped
what he’d not seen before.
"You’re really quite old," he said
He snapped a quick shot,
said a few more words,
stood up and drifted away.
The encounter now done,
it was time to move on,
engage in another chat.
But first a last laugh
with his smiling wife,
daughter of mafia men.
I smiled back at her.
"He’s always like this?"---
knowing the answer was yes.
A mafia man
who had studied Zen,
hard to believe but true.
He had merged two worlds
to fulfill his role:
Zen mafia man in Chiang Mai.
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HAPPY NEW YEAR, THE THAI WAY
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To speak about now
in the abstract sense
is not the Thai way at all.
The Thai that I know
do not dwell on back then.
They buy lottery tickets and dream
that their luck will begin
in the coming New Year,
when they’ll draw a good number and win.
'It’s karma,' they say,
but they also pray
that the Buddha will intervene.
And when New Year comes,
then everyone smiles
and banishes negative thoughts,
to ensure that the year
now about to arrive
will be filled with good fortune and blessed.
"Happy New Year," I hear
my Thai driver say,
"Happy New Year," the smiling Thai way.
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