“A Zen master's life is one continuous mistake.”
Dōgen Zenji
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| Aegis Strife |
poems:
an odd and somewhat mystical gate opened
and doctors and nurses came to me at last
with torches and lanterns
(I think of them as trail scouts)
they will light the way now for me and my cane
to the final path
it is alright friend
I don’t mind that there is only one path left to me
you see the choice is not between
having one way or many
the choice is between having one path
or none at all
so raise the lantern high
dear doctor
dear nurse
for wherever this trail leads
I must walk it
and I am very much ready
to begin
pork chops defrosting on an old chipped plate
with watery drops of pig blood reflecting light
from the warm beautiful sun
a light as soft as a touch
dappled across the windows
filtered as it is by the green leaves
of the crape myrtle trees
that are taller than the old house
waiting for tomorrow’s battle
some of the soldiers rest as well
but some are wide awake
staring into the darkness
night on planet earth
Who poisoned the sky with the language of hate?
Poisoned the earth and the sea?
The language of hate
Is yet another pandemic.
And citizen, it spreads like those germs
That you breathe.
random thoughts:
-Age 67, and in the mirror I see the face of my Uncle Earl.
-Big money won both of America's revolutions. America is a myth.
-The squirrel wants to be chased by my doggo.My doggo obliges.
-Why does the earth need 200 (or so) countries? It doesn't. I don't believe in the concept of 'countries.' Let's pick one really good country and run the planet that way. Norway or Iceland. Canada. But not America.
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