The Zen of Flying

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First Flight

 

the bird must be ready before it can fly
wings strong; eyes and coordination
fixed right, muscles tuned

feathers dry; skin tight flexed
and bold, unafraid

a little push (a nudge from the nest)
sends it falling headlong into the abyss
to flail; and frightened struggle to gain
composure

falling like a rock fluttering
heart pounding
in fear

wings grip the air
like stair steps
climbs
soars
returns to

eloquence
deliberation
fearlessness
strength

to soar
with both wings
sailing the crest of freedom

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He Saw How

little buddha by bestarns

little buddha by bestarns


the deep dark night
and the passing moon
saw Buddha’s vision

He saw how—life fits
into the circle of an embrace
encompassed in the hand

—let passing thoughts
chase cars in your headspace—

whispers Puddicombe

in the awakened moment
illumination is equal
to enlightenment


Suggested by Jack Kerouac’s Wake Up! A Life of the Buddha

Satori

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Do not question why we are here,
only answer it.

i

time
shares
all wisdom
(every secret)
unlocked will open
the most stubborn door

nothing is fast
in real-time

ii

we admire
Renoir’s opulence
Van Gogh’s pain
taste eternity
in their work

artists
express their lives
so we recognize ours

iii

a wind blew
and made a whisper
the house woke up to rest
the sun shone from the horizon
clouds formed
hushed

iv

you fear strange words
will escape your lips
so you quit talking

do not question
an inner motive
only to find it lacking

let the milk of life touch you
for it will only curdle into ash Continue reading

A Moment in Satori

snow and the city by duophonix


standing on the corner of Lincoln Avenue
near the rush hour train station

watching pedestrians
on a winter’s afternoon
the gossamer of snowflakes
creates a vignette

big rubber tired taxis
round the curb
let off passengers

rush into the drugstore
for newspapers
cigars

throw candy wrappers
on the sidewalk
in the swirling snow

… a moment in satori

A Lotus Blossom Primal Scream


thoughts rush
heartbeat flutters
temperature drops with
the fear of knowing

ghosts
pass light-shadows
back and forth like footballs
behind closed eyes

snow drifts gather
in fractal
kaleidoscopic
gray-scale synapse streams

Blossoms
of Inner Light?
I think not!
Call the doctor
or, call a Priest!

the ambulance is here

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