Saturday, December 31, 2011

cricket song

crickets chirp and chase
the other in the early evening
and wait for none but
callling, calling,
calling for procreation
calling for darwin notion
calling for li po
calling for basho
scrape and scratch
and whistle your noises
calling for heaven
calling for nirvana
calling for all humankind

a little slice of nirvana from jack kerouac

From Dharma Bums
Jack Kerouac

The boys was glad and rested up for more,
And Jack cooked mush in honor of the door,
The boys was sitting in a grove of trees,
Listening to Buddy explain the keys,
Boys, sez he, the Dharma is a door….

Let’s see….

Boys, I say the keys,
Cause there’s lotsa keys,
But there’s only one door,
One hive for the bees.

So listen to me,
 and I’ll try to tell all,
As I heard it long ago,
in the Pure Land Hall.
For you good boys,
with wine-soaked teeth,
That can’t understand
these words on a heath,
I’ll make it simpler,
like a bottle of wine,
And a good woodfire,
Uner stars divine.

Now listen to me, and when you have learned
The Dharma of the Buddhas of old and yearned,
To sit down with the truth,
Under a lonesome tree,
In Yuma Arizony, or anywhere you be,
Don’t thank me for tellin’,
What was told to me,
This is the wheel I’m a-turnin,
This is the reason I be:

Mind is the Maker, for no reason at all,
For all this creation,
Created to fall.

Thursday, December 22, 2011

On the Ward

There are no clocks
There are no calendars
Time is told only by
The calls from the nurses’ station

Hydration!

Medication!

Fresh air break!

Breakfast!

Vitals!

Hydration!

Fresh air break!

Lunch!

Vitals!

Hydration!

Fresh air break!

Hydration!

Dinner!

Until the end of the night

Dharma

The true meaning
A way of life

First-born life
Living in light

Cleric and priest
Preacher and father

Holy ones
Bodhisattvas

She saves my soul
Every day

She leads me on the path,
the light, the way