Zen Limerick

“Zen Limerick”
What’s the sound of one hand when it claps?
It’s a dog who is dead but still yaps.
It’s the song of the stone
And the light that’s not shone
In addition to gaps in the gaps.

by Paul Burgess

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“Tree”

“Tree” [or “Wood Floor”]
Dead wood beneath  feet–
Once living home to creatures
Soaring over heads.

“Skeleton”

This is the first part of a reflection on inter-being and the nature of self as an impermanent, ever-changing aggregate of historical, natural, social, and psychological factors. Who knows if I will ever finish the piece?

This skeleton–revealed when little else remains

beneath the hollow crown of cracking skull

A hue of paper marred with coffee stains–

…this is no more you than a ship its hull.

 

 

 

haIkuPod

I-Pod Touch Mini

Aural highway exorcising

impious silence

[After this one, I promise to post no more mock haiku…at least not for a while…]

–Paul

“Mourning Dove”

A pun-filled haiku devised to make you cringe;)

Mourning Dove, cooer

of mournful low and high coos–

subjects of haiku

“Mindless Life in Ghostly Shadows”

a sonnet by Paul Burgess–this is one of my rare “serious” works. I would genuinely appreciate any feedback readers would provide.

This drinking tea to empty out a cup
And doing tasks to cross them off our lists
Directs the eyes to what is coming up,
Although what’s here, and nothing else, exists.
If sewing only to complete a dress
With thoughts of only what will next arrive,
Then shadows and a deathly emptiness
Accompany all moments we’re alive.

Without Awareness, tapestries of what has passed
Are woven presents filled with ghostly dreams,
And threads of faded “Now” that we’ve amassed
Will hold together Future’s fraying seams.
To always look behind or play the seer
Exchanges “is” for “is not truly here.”

This poem was inspired by the following passage from Thich Nhat Hahn’s Miracle of Mindfulness:

If while washing the dishes, we think only of the cup of tea that awaits us, thus hurrying to get the dishes out of the way as if they were a nuisance, then we are not “washing the dishes to wash the dishes.”…If we can’t wash the dishes, the chances are we won’t be able to drink our tea either. While drinking the cup of tea, we will only be thinking of other things, barely aware of the cup in our hands. Thus we are sucked away into the future–and we are incapable of actually living one minute of life” (5).

“Meditation” [Shamatha]

Breathing in and out,
Cool breezes, tickling nostrils,
Held in awareness.

a pathetic first attempt at haiku–by Paul Burgess