My house is buried in the deepest recess of the forest.
Every year, ivy vines grow longer than the year before.
Undisturbed by the affairs of the world I live at ease,
Woodmen's singing rarely reaching me through the trees.
While the sun stays in the sky, I mend my clothes
And facing the moon, I read holy texts aloud to myself.
Let me drop a word of advice for believers of my faith.
To enjoy life's immensity, you do not need many things. (Ryokan, 1758-1831)
From one of my favourite books of poetry, Zen Poems.
3 comments:
wow! krishna, hamlet, christ! oh my!! well i have been praying to all three that i one day will have a phone! so hard when on the verge of nervious breakdown to not get in touch with those you love
I like that a lot. Also like your new painting - is it yours or a Stagg/Candy collaboration? Anyway, this was a spiritual post that sends peace with out with it.
Love the painting -
So they bought you
And kept you in a
Very good home
Cental heating
TV
A deep freeze
A very good home-
No one to take you
For that lovely long run-
But otherwise
'A very good home'
They fed you Pal and Chum
But not that lovely long run,
Until, mad with energy and boredom
You escaped- and ran and ran and ran
Under a car.
Today they will cry for you-
Tomorrow they will buy another dog.
Spike Milligan 1918 - 2002
My favourite poet
On his tombstone is written the immortal words -
"I told you I was ill"
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