poetry

[glimmer]

I am here

mountains in mist
mind?
simple, like this

[glimmer]

here is snow
so wash

web caught
spider scared

so wash
here, in snow

-

a lot rumi
some adyashanti

[glimmer]

claps with one hand
having only one arm
the sound?

what is audible
as well as slaps of hands
during applause

clever, perhaps
until zen master slaps
with one hand

[glimmer]

fragility of knowing

dew worlds
gathering on tendrils
we are reflective

[laughter]

May 5, 2020 3:36:30 GMT -5 glimmer said:

May 5, 2020 2:35:16 GMT -5 laughter said:

fwiw, I thought of you as I passed a doorframe yesterday.

And you didn't touch it? You must now think of this at the passing of every door frame, whilst understanding someone is holding you as you read Mr Gurdijeff, utter a Metta Bhanava practise and in between words under the breath of them say 'I am'. Good luck.

I have now turned a corner where there are no doorframes, and touched the table (table may be replaced as you like), (say what you like too, but the bicycle part is worth the flightless way of it).

falling through each moment
with eyes wide open and
intention of attention to remember as the sand
filters through the neck of the glass of the mind
ever moving forward with no button to rewind

[glimmer]

the stained glass
goes back to
beach sand
and the light
and the images
were born
with a star
before the before
was before
blinking to the sun
catching my eye

[glimmer]

it looks like
could be
reflective

thoughts in
the dew
Indra looks

like—
could be,
reflecting

[glimmer]

drowning now
then too
and always

it is not
what you or I
are thinking

[justlikeyou]

everywhere
This
this-ing

[zendancer]

Jul 20, 2020 9:29:03 GMT -5 justlikeyou said:

everywhere
This
this-ing

Nice!

[glimmer]

somehow it’s back
to waterfalls
I deleted that one poem

and yet it was
seen and known
and asked of

the responsibility
too great
<delete>

what is,
in a moment
defined

what is isn’t
and water falls
regardless

[justlikeyou]

Haiku is generally about the natural world. Senryu is generally about human nature.

Here is a free ebook of senryu from Prune Juice, for anyone curious.

[siftingtothetruth]

Of

Of the cotton-stuffed-ear deafness inspired by delicacy of a dancer’s fingers bent just so and slightly;
Of a finger tracing as a child walks in parallel, apropos of nothing, on thick, fresh-cut glass of absolute transparency;
Of whispers, whose consonants alone, sweet sibilance and suspiration, float sinuous;
Of feathers tracing sigils on mellow flesh, all warm and cool;
Of the aroma of incense and holy water in the air, censered smoke, sacred chalk;
Of so many innocent finned wavelets bobbing, just above the surface of the mid-ocean water, in collegial cluster, unnoticed, in the green-black dying of the twilight.

[justlikeyou]

walking the beach
with nowhere to go
the homeless one

[inavalan]

nothing not a thing
nil zero nowt zilch nix zip
nada bupkis nought