Dead Guru Blues
青山自青山、白雲自白雲
"The blue mountains are of themselves blue mountains;
"The white clouds are of themselves white clouds."
Mountain-Buddha's body
My clouded eye
an eye anyway
Endless clouds
over the mountain ablazed
tracks are lost
tricks broken
tears wiped away
the body of space
takes countless forms
and returns to itself
one two three
as children count
as lovers do
one two three
jewels in simplicity
masks and mirors
fall as sand
no more becoming
seasons seen as such
winter doesn't turn into spring
wood into ash
ice into water
the big swearing buddy
originally Buddha
has lost the plot
the cursing guru
bullies shadows
and chases ghosts
empty ermitage
the true form of the teacher
has left
just the racket of bitterness
frustration and arrogance
to be heard
he buys into the game of thoughts
and takes big bites into dead bodies
tasty nasty feast
and yet
Blue and white
mountains and clouds
still
in stillness
posted by Taigu at 4:52 AM
3 Comments:
Pierre - I think I understand. Thank you.
Yes oxeye, waving goodbye.
Thank you for visiting my old blog. Soon I shall have plenty of time to write cheap poetry, play the flute, and sit in the hot Japanese summer.
What are you up to now?
take care
Pierre, I've come to believe that art is the best human communication possible. I love your poems, So why not continue to post them here for my benefit if for no other reason? As for me, I am continuing to shamelessly push my pictures at anyone who will look at them. And it's working. I will be showing my work in an art museum this summer, if only for a month. you too take care my friend.
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