Guest guest Posted November 23, 2003 Report Share Posted November 23, 2003 Dearest David, What fun these haiku are tonight! Waiting for something to somehow find a way to make a poem about Ryokan and Teishin, I dropped by Harsha's and found this cool piece by you, David Dear. This one, it made me laugh right out loud - Girl gabbing on cell phonePissing me offIn some other language ((( I remember a time back in 1986, I had just turned 31 and I was dating a younger man. We went to Berkeley, to some young people's coofee-house hang-out. I hadn't started at Sac State yet, and I really felt like a fish in a sandbox, sheesh, I felt about ninty and just had the most uncomfortable time, until I was aided and propel-propped to zoom past the identity crisis by some Beck's dark brew, thus eliminating the inner sound of Boo Hoo to a wonderfully resounding, Woo Hoo. When Bob's father was in Saint Mary's in San Francisco being treated for cancer, we made several trips there together. On one occasion I waited at a local coffee shop because all the family was gathering to discuss family matters of which I had no involvement at that time. It was raining that day, dark and heavy sky'd with people taking refuge in the coffee shops and bistros. In the one I found myself sitting in, nearly everyone was working with laptops and lapping up coffee while reading the paper simultaneously, and carrying on conversations with friends. The place buzzed with banter about war and peace. I simply sat there sucking it all up and taking mental notes about how I might somehow wind all these words and smells and sensations into a poem or a story. The thing that ended up coming from that day's experience was this, after I later returned to the hospital with Robert to visit his father - December 12 6:27 PM PST "Tuesday" On Tuesday we spent the day with Robert’s father, Emmet O’Hearn, at St. Mary's hospital. This frail and beautiful being reminds me of Stanley Kunitz, physically. The spruff of white hair, like a baby bird in the nest might have, brought forth the most poignant motherliness, a desire to spread my arms like wings and protect him from the world which is even now quickly disappearing from his outward gaze. He is turning inward and the senses are giving way to a more powerful call from some inner Harmony entreating him to follow it inside, into the Heart. Dear, Beloved Emmet is at the precipice to Death, a voyage one must go into alone... ....the same voyage that brought him into this world to live and Love and experience This, all of it as it is…and to know the profound Mercy, the Utterly Inconceivable Grace offered in the human form, in his human form as Emmet O’Hearn, father, friend, Beloved, husband and more, the Absolute playing as Maya. Holding hands at the Lovers Leap into the Vastness, the Abundance of Nothing, That Which Cannot Be Said, Love, the Self, is embraced in the Bliss of tasting the understanding of, "There is only One." Luminious Darkness, Self-Induced Intoxication, this wandering minstrel of the Mystery manifested as coalesced Light, creation’s own particular Beloved called Emmet, now begins the disentanglement of the knots of identification to the body, to the mind and all that arose from it…Like a phoenix we rise from our own funeral ashes, being already burst into flaming spirit essence and are reborn, re-adored as what Adoration Itself planned in pre-existence – to be Sabu, played with, by and as God. Absolute and Maya are not different. Allah and Emmet are not different. Beautiful, Beautiful Heart-breaking Love! OneHeart in cosmic exploration of itSelf…Tuesday in San Francisco the Beloved One touched His Own Heart when the last thing I saw before I walked out of the hospital room was Robert’s Darling father smiling, smiling like God, like Christ-Light breaking through and saying, "Beloved children, I Love You always. I am with You always." SOMETIMES I FORGET COMPLETELY - Rumi Sometimes I forget completely what companionship is. Unconscious and insane, I spill sad energy everywhere. My story gets told in various ways: A romance, a dirty joke, a war, a vacancy. Divide up my forgetfulness to any number, it will go around. These dark suggestions that I follow, are they part of some plan? Friends, be careful. Don't come near me out of curiosity, or sympathy. ~Coleman Barks - Rumi ((( Great stuff David, thanks for that... LoveAlways, Mazie Rainy morning -People in StarbucksTalk about moneyRainy morning -A Yale student readsA book I never finishedYale girl in StarbucksBends over her laptop---Red thong!!!Waiting for my latte -Hey! That guyJust stole my table.Starbucks filling up -I might have to goSomewhere elseThat man with one arm -He's waiting outsideTo ask me for moneyGirl gabbing on cell phonePissing me offIn some other languageAt the next table:"That's a finger puppet"--- "Yeah I know"This isn't going anywhere -Isn't there somethingBesides the breath?--David Share holiday photos without swamping your Inbox. Get MSN Extra Storage now! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted November 24, 2003 Report Share Posted November 24, 2003 Dear david and mazie... two of my favorite crazies (bad rhyme, but fun) Haiku, I mean achoo!!! Rainy morning- on Joyce's desk :-) Three- six-nine Aren't I fine? Done. One... never two I love you... Love and kisses (no red thongs, Davidji) Just a germy breath to thee!!! Joyce - Mazie Lane Monday, November 24, 2003 2:29 AM Re: Starbuck's Haiku (I've been writing these over the past few months and thought I'd share. The Starbucks I visit on weekends is near the campus of Yale University, hence the references to Yale) Dearest David, What fun these haiku are tonight! Waiting for something to somehow find a way to make a poem about Ryokan and Teishin, I dropped by Harsha's and found this cool piece by you, David Dear. This one, it made me laugh right out loud - Girl gabbing on cell phonePissing me offIn some other language ((( I remember a time back in 1986, I had just turned 31 and I was dating a younger man. We went to Berkeley, to some young people's coofee-house hang-out. I hadn't started at Sac State yet, and I really felt like a fish in a sandbox, sheesh, I felt about ninty and just had the most uncomfortable time, until I was aided and propel-propped to zoom past the identity crisis by some Beck's dark brew, thus eliminating the inner sound of Boo Hoo to a wonderfully resounding, Woo Hoo. When Bob's father was in Saint Mary's in San Francisco being treated for cancer, we made several trips there together. On one occasion I waited at a local coffee shop because all the family was gathering to discuss family matters of which I had no involvement at that time. It was raining that day, dark and heavy sky'd with people taking refuge in the coffee shops and bistros. In the one I found myself sitting in, nearly everyone was working with laptops and lapping up coffee while reading the paper simultaneously, and carrying on conversations with friends. The place buzzed with banter about war and peace. I simply sat there sucking it all up and taking mental notes about how I might somehow wind all these words and smells and sensations into a poem or a story. The thing that ended up coming from that day's experience was this, after I later returned to the hospital with Robert to visit his father - December 12 6:27 PM PST "Tuesday" On Tuesday we spent the day with Robert’s father, Emmet O’Hearn, at St. Mary's hospital. This frail and beautiful being reminds me of Stanley Kunitz, physically. The spruff of white hair, like a baby bird in the nest might have, brought forth the most poignant motherliness, a desire to spread my arms like wings and protect him from the world which is even now quickly disappearing from his outward gaze. He is turning inward and the senses are giving way to a more powerful call from some inner Harmony entreating him to follow it inside, into the Heart. Dear, Beloved Emmet is at the precipice to Death, a voyage one must go into alone... ....the same voyage that brought him into this world to live and Love and experience This, all of it as it is…and to know the profound Mercy, the Utterly Inconceivable Grace offered in the human form, in his human form as Emmet O’Hearn, father, friend, Beloved, husband and more, the Absolute playing as Maya. Holding hands at the Lovers Leap into the Vastness, the Abundance of Nothing, That Which Cannot Be Said, Love, the Self, is embraced in the Bliss of tasting the understanding of, "There is only One." Luminious Darkness, Self-Induced Intoxication, this wandering minstrel of the Mystery manifested as coalesced Light, creation’s own particular Beloved called Emmet, now begins the disentanglement of the knots of identification to the body, to the mind and all that arose from it…Like a phoenix we rise from our own funeral ashes, being already burst into flaming spirit essence and are reborn, re-adored as what Adoration Itself planned in pre-existence – to be Sabu, played with, by and as God. Absolute and Maya are not different. Allah and Emmet are not different. Beautiful, Beautiful Heart-breaking Love! OneHeart in cosmic exploration of itSelf…Tuesday in San Francisco the Beloved One touched His Own Heart when the last thing I saw before I walked out of the hospital room was Robert’s Darling father smiling, smiling like God, like Christ-Light breaking through and saying, "Beloved children, I Love You always. I am with You always." SOMETIMES I FORGET COMPLETELY - Rumi Sometimes I forget completely what companionship is. Unconscious and insane, I spill sad energy everywhere. My story gets told in various ways: A romance, a dirty joke, a war, a vacancy. Divide up my forgetfulness to any number, it will go around. These dark suggestions that I follow, are they part of some plan? Friends, be careful. Don't come near me out of curiosity, or sympathy. ~Coleman Barks - Rumi ((( Great stuff David, thanks for that... LoveAlways, Mazie Rainy morning -People in StarbucksTalk about moneyRainy morning -A Yale student readsA book I never finishedYale girl in StarbucksBends over her laptop---Red thong!!!Waiting for my latte -Hey! That guyJust stole my table.Starbucks filling up -I might have to goSomewhere elseThat man with one arm -He's waiting outsideTo ask me for moneyGirl gabbing on cell phonePissing me offIn some other languageAt the next table:"That's a finger puppet"--- "Yeah I know"This isn't going anywhere -Isn't there somethingBesides the breath?--David Share holiday photos without swamping your Inbox. Get MSN Extra Storage now! /join "Love itself is the actual form of God."Sri RamanaIn "Letters from Sri Ramanasramam" by Suri Nagamma Your use of is subject to the Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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