"I am impossible to please,
with poetry or anything else"
I am stunned by your beauty,
yet, flummoxed by this stubbornness.
Golden sun does caress your face,
and highlight lovely curls,
reminding me this, yet again,
nothing stays for ever.
Up the hill through a winding path,
you lead me from the front,
look out point did invite,
you didn't pay any heed.
On sundown, when we go down,
hold my hand, stand close to my side,
view those blue hills at the farthest,
you'll change and understand.
Out of kindness my mother made me a simple sandwich
Looking on I said "Careful how much peanut butter you use
the bread is wholesome goodness, and the sweet jelly divine."
An allegory of a sandwich, (samsara) peanut butter (suffering), bread (life), and jelly (enligtenment). Yum.
My first attempt at sijo--comments welcome
No waste here in the office
of poetry where we gain some
wisdom, of course, I don't know
what that is, but I sort of do.
When the pen runs out of ink, fix
the thing and then write again.
Green candle on the altar
for the Buddha, Dharma, Sangha
Flickering the fire shines
golden light rays on brown table
Candle glows bought at hardware store
and on sale! so that's life
Coffee stain on a white cup
painted with black for fine art's sake
goes walking within my hands
to the bathroom for a cleaning.
"Wash your cup!" the zen master said
and the student broke on through.