I have returned home from my short trip across the Puget Sound to hear my coworker's poem set to music...as expected, Rojoo's work was the best piece I heard at the event...unbiased opinion, of course! I asked if he would mind if I posted his poem here on "CHEESE" and he gave me the thumbs up...it is unfortunate I don't have the chorale arrangement and music to play with it:
Water's face broken
into scales of a fish.
Log stands up straight
in raft of debris,
bobs in foam
backwash of the tide.
Clouds descend,
wanting to rain.
Now they are.
Nothing is missing.
The fall is in my mind;
resurrection happens -
all the time.
When I realize this, happiness;
when I don't, despair,
or indifference,
as sun breaks through
pale water near the island.
Nothing, nothing,
and more nothing,
Sunyata, the void, rampant
on a field of nothing,
emerging into
5 comments:
Beautiful! You are lucky to have such a friend!
My favorite poet , Charles Baudelaire, had a saying that I always loved:
“There exist only three beings worthy of respect: the priest, the soldier, the poet. To know, to kill, to create. “
Thanks, Adina. I love the drama of Baudelaire's saying although I hope I never have to kill. I would add three other occasions that I felt were worthy of awe, more than respect: to be present when a baby is born, to be present when a loved one is dying, to marry two people. I've been lucky enough to be there for all three, the latter two in the last year. Might be a good blog topic, L: what are the essential experiences in life?
R
ADINA:
Yes, my lovely friend is quite talented!
LD
ROJOO:
I'd like to say, "I'll get right on that" for a blog topic...unfortunately, I don't think I'm quite done yet bashing Jesus Camp and political figures!!!
I'll let you know when I've exhausted myself on these topics..LOL
LD
Love that energy, LD.
Give them hell.
R.
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