Close your mouth to bread
Open your heart to water
Acquire a delight without purpose
In you thrives majestic Silver
Look into the gentle faces
Ignore the sugars and soldiers
Take the wheat of the spirit
And play it like a harp for harvests
Of feeling, Eden of humanity
For Utopia is not a place or a time
It is a state of being, the green-gold mines
Of living, fasting and moistening
Giving without bartering
Finding freedom without grasping
Close your eyes to discord
Seek out intoxicated signs of harmony.
Thanks, I really appreciate comments!
Thank you for your presence Foole, I’m also a fool.
wasn’t it Suzuki Roshi who said “in the mind of the beginner there are many possibilities, but in the mind of the expert there are very few?” 😉
the Foole is free to sing to stars & dance in heaven’s drunken flame!
(hmm… sounds like a poem…;)
I am honored to make your acquaintance, and to have the opportunity to enjoy your work!
I can drink to that! I am on the path of the unlearning art, the death of the ego, in a lifetime of self-transcendence and perhaps, neglect of worldly ambition.
Were you always like this?
no! as I once told my oldest son, we spend the first half of our lives “growing up”, the second half in getting over it!
That is hilarious, I guess I don’t need to have children then 😛
chatting with you inspired me… look out tomorrow for a poem entitled “Climb” – its dedicated to you!