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in deed

13 Monday May 2019

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2019, 8*, Arya Lalitavistara, austerity, being, birth, black, Buddha, children, consumerism, death, doing, ears, fear, grin, hate, identity, infrastructure, investment, karma, letting go, lifetimes, love, mother, nirmanakaya, nose, samadhi, shame, skeleton, society, son, thought, war, womb, world

                                I

                gave birth to you, I
                held you deep within my very womb,
                the very kernel of all the labour of all my life’s beings and I

                gave you up to being
                with all the love of whole investment
                placed in care of self in state, you cannot,

                                just
                                die

                                __O—

                … she addressed her son

                who sat unmoved
                to the whole world’s reach
                that only his bones leaned together
                dry and upright

                who sat unconsumed
                to the whole world’s glut
                that to feel his stomach
                was to grasp his spine

                who sat unloved
                to the whole world’s reflection that
                children poked grass in his ear ‘till it
                came out his nose

                who sat unknown
                to the whole world’s shame
                that he was dust-black as a
                tree stump hideously grinning

                                __O—

                and know, mother, I do not die;
                I embroiled with the world to show
                the terrible wake of uncoupling
                her greasy mechinations,

                                in deed

 


honnnnnnnned like the string from a lute, not too tight not too loose, from chapter 17 of the Arya Lalitavistara Sutra in which the Prince’s mother (who had died and gone to heaven) came to see her son after he had been practising austerities for six years and was on the point of dying; she feared he was taking his quest to extremes, but he calmly told her that (the point of the whole Sutra being called ‘Lalita’, a ‘play’) that he had to show, in human form, what the two extremes of living in life were, in order to then show the way between to two extremes to liberation

 

 

————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–

being & war wormhole: A Corner of the Garden at the Hermitage, 1877
black wormhole: The Atlantic City Convention: 1. THE WAITRESS by William Carlos Williams
Buddha wormhole: the old man;
death wormhole: Puerto del Carmen
doing wormhole: Entry to the Village of Voisins, Yvelines, 1872
identity wormhole: threshold to behold
letting go wormhole: the reach turned to love
lifetimes wormhole: Landscape, Pontoise, 1875
love wormhole: 10/28 ‘in this strong light …’ by William Carlos Williams
mother wormhole: What You Are by Roger McGough
society & thought wormhole: my uncomfortable life
war wormhole: on facing the Have

 

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the Buddha head in an antique shop

25 Wednesday Jun 2014

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2014, 6*, being, Buddha, compassion, doing, doors, eyes, fire, identity, Lewes, life, love, meaning, openness, others, purpose, realisation, roads, samadhi, searching, shop, silence, smile, stillness, thinking, time, walking, wood

                     the Buddha head in an antique shop stood
                     large and quiet on a cherry wood corner unit

                     by the open door
                                                 what, a Buddha’s head in an

                     antique shop thought I and crossed the road
                     to study the lids cast down detached reserved

                     but not closed to a smile and more mysteriously
                     connected beneath my spiky-backed search for

                     authenticity than my hollow preferences could
                     ever be

                                  making little whorls of realisation all
                     about his head – the release of the milliard

                     anxieties in the myriad of people I have ever
                     known – topped by a flame on the crown so that

                     I knew still that there was more work to be done:

                                walking around
                                in life – there is
                                nothing but walk
                                ing about in life
                                no matter how in
                                between or steep
                                or lost no matter
                                the sweaty knees
                                the lucky finds
                                the giving way
                                the loss of time
                                even if I found
                                my way and even
                                if I’d taken diff-
                                erent turns and
                                alleyways there
                                is still only the
                                lift the swing
                                the plant and
                                the roll to the
                                next          step

                     I went back to see what the price was but the

                     shop was closed and everything in it to be
                     considered pre-ordered or pre-sold anyway

 

 

 

————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–

being & life wormhole: ‘when it came / time to go …’
Buddha wormhole: how ironic
compassion & others wormhole: HPB
doing wormhole: first a mishap then clear vision
doors wormhole: tag cloud poem V – draft-ness
eyes & walking wormhole: titanic
identity & realisation wormhole: connections
Lewes wormhole: Earwig Corner / out of Lewes
love & silence & time wormhole: in the middle of silence and heat:
meaning wormhole: somewhat // digesting
openness wormhole: the View: from Here to the Learning Objective to the Learning Horizon
roads wormhole: moon
searching wormhole: my fidgety self
shops wormhole: we // walk
smile wormhole: my life is not your market
stillness wormhole: St. Ludwigskirche
thinking wormhole: too cold to sit outside / and write flowers of / individual poems
wood wormhole: a splash of fresh water

 

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"... the impulse to keep to yourself what you have learned is not only shameful; it is destructive. Anything you do not give freely and abundantly becomes lost to you. You open your safe to find ashes." ~ Annie Dillard

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    • in and out / the Avebury stones / can’t seem to get / a signal …
    • Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters]
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    • Portsmouth – Southsea
    • Spring Warwick breezes / over Bacharach fieldwork and boroughs with / the occasional shift and chirp of David / in the pastel-long morning of the sixties
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