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The
sun shines down on me
without duplicity
The earth, the trees, the grass
and all
conceive.
There is no
trying to believe.
There is not
the doubting of a need.
There is no cause to grieve.
Bimbadhara
Halleluiah
When I was young
I was afraid of rough bullies
in the past.
Now I see them as friends -angels
singing
This body will not last.
When I was strong and proud
I wanted the world
Rather die than flee.
That's all still true
But only because
this body is not me.
When I thought I was old
I turned and saw a holy blaze
coming for me.
Oh mystic fire, oh holy God;
This spirit soul is free.
Bimbadhara
Clouds
Clouds are reflections of
ghostly seas somewhere
And hint of realities too near for the eye to see.
Things move, glisten and boast their power unnoticed by those who sleep.
Surely things happen on the edge of our minds
when the truth blinds or turns our head away.
And a glimpse so caught is blinked away
as an unwanted spot
before our unseeing eyes
which we then put to sleep
Then death comes.
Then, who knows?
Bimbadhara
Personal Place and Thing*
We lived near a graveyard in Saltsburg Pennsylvania for ten years and I've lived next to this one for five years. It is not really that big but once you get inside it feels bigger.
This one is older and I am older and I have spent a lot of time in there looking for the earliest stones -not as much time as some of the residents, some of whom have been here since the revolution.
There is something strange about walking over the ground ---a vertigo that travels up the feet into the body from the uneven waves and mounds from the graves, maybe graves on top of graves that viscerally communicates the record of past events here.
This seems to distract the mind; pulling it away from the duties of the day, lest you fall on your face. There is a path running through that is disconcerting. This path is not always legible after dusk and sometimes, when trying to ride my bicycle through there, concern for missing the path makes me break out in a cold sweat.
There are huge trees so big and strong except for one kind of tall, tortured pine, that I notice every time I go in there.
It looks out of place among its brothers, isolated, in a depression, blasted away by lightning so many times that all that remains are singed tufts of green needles on a few branches.
The top two are twisted away from each other like arms with the head blasted clean off. Black streaks run down the length.
At the very base is a place with no grass and one old stone blackened like the tree, blackened worse than the tree. The blackest in the yard.
One day casting about, this way and that amidst the collective, petrified angst, the mixture of obvious vandalism and pastoral coziness, I found myself standing at the base of this tree gazing up at its suffering and thought a funny thought: "I wonder what kind of acts the person who lies here did to deserve this." So I got down on my hands and knees and put on my reading glasses and squinted and it said ------well, what it said belongs where it is.
Bimbadhara
*This title is temporary and supplied by staff.
Happy Happy
The sun is too hot.
The moon is too cold.
Cold like silver
or hot like gold;
It's all too much
for my flowers, in the spring.
My flowers my children are everything.
Bimbadhara
The Euclidean Plane
I sleep on a Euclidean plane
It had to be exact;
I took a hard steel.
and heated it to the proper temperature
I knew exactly where it ended and I began.
In this way
my mind is a mirror of the universe.
He hears every passing sound.
But to the noise
I say Yes! Yes!
(1969)
Bimbadhara
Mystic Union
Mystic union,
end my sorrow
Make yesterday today and
today tomorrow.
Make yes no.
Make stop go.
Fill space with truth
like snow.
Bimbadhara
In the darkness of night;
In a ditch out of sight;
In a place with not light
some say I've spent my life.
But it's been quiet merely
lovely --really
I've lived gladly, dearly.(1983)
Bimbadhara
The Beach
I've done no service to the
sea.
Its immensity does not need me and my bit of pee.
The sun, the sand, the waves: no fee.
Just a message --Be.
Bimbadhara
Parable
Once upon a time, a sage had a mouse in his house.
The mouse complained to the
sage that cats were making its quality of
life unbearable.
The mouse asked that the sage make him a cat.
The sage, being sensitive to the suffering of others, fulfilled the request
of the mouse.
The new cat at first overjoyed at his fresh body, soon became frustrated
at being chased by dogs and asked the sage to change him into a dog.
Then the creature in the dog predictably became neurotic with his fear
of tigers.
The sage made him into a tiger.
The tiger at once attached the sage. Then:
>POOF<
a mouse once again.
Bimbadhara
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