The Golden Lantern - Blog

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thecapsizingsun:

As for me, I delight in the everyday Way,

Among mist-wrapped vines and rocky caves.

Here in the wilderness I am completely free,

With my friends, the white clouds, idling forever.

There are roads, but they do not reach the world;

Since I am mindless, who can rouse my thoughts?

On a bed of stone I sit, alone in the night,

While the round moon climbs up Cold Mountain.

- Han-shan, from Cold Mountain

CAUSAL by Roy K. Austin

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Behind closed eyes in sunlight

I saw the spirit, touch and brush

with infinite dexterity,

the floral biosphere,

each blade of grass, grew instantly

when painted, evergreen as out of time;

the causal - echoing sublime

half caught, half sought

to stem each primrose at my thought ;

and what have I to verify -

seems too bizarre to show it,

to see the cause of everything

at work, to see and know it!

Alas the need to open eyes,

slow down to what the brain might say,

and yet the brain must rest, to know

what universal mind may show;

behind my eyes like open sky

when June was sleeping with July.

SOMETIMES by Roy K. Austin

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Sometimes a presence, walks with me

as if to share my life,

so like the sun above, that casts

my shadow with its light,

walks with me through the gulls

and round the scaurs,

along the margin where the tide roars,

the line of tide along the sand

and the life-line upon my hand :

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Seeking spirit is like looking for the wind,

not finding the wind but only what the wind does ;

a presence within, as if from beyond

where the mind cannot reach

as it meets transcendence-

as my eye is dissolved by blue sky ;

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with me, it seems, all day, in endless moments,

a gentle companion,

‘til the mundane world returns, to span,

fill the depths and shrink the man.

To The Poets by Paul Dolinsky

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If poets want to post

but not speak to their fellows,

what does that say about fellowship,

which lies fallow,

dormant but expectant?

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Poetry helps us cope,

like chirps that comfort,

and chip away the pain

of standing on so many

exposed promontories all at once -

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finitude with its decrepitude

limited knowledge,

limited space,

and limited time.

We are subject to the objects around us,

that are subjected to the same rules,

hence, disturbed and disjointed play.

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Latencies can lie low,

or play with each other,

dalliance of words

in playrooms of your choice.

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Voice finds itself through speaking,

possibilities unrealized

may remain possible,

but increasingly distant.

What is barely possible

may pass us by,

and surpasses us,

even as we try to catch its wind.

Yearning by Sigal Erez

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Lately,

I feel a yearning

To step into the circle of fire

Without a drop of water

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And if I burn

Let me burn

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This grand confusion -

And this fire

It devours it like a hungry lover

Like a wild beast that is

In love with its pray

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It is all aflame

Turning thoughts into ashes

Reminders of what used to be me

But no more

What a relief.

Wisdom by Patrice Mason

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LifeM reflected

in the prism of Buddha

Illumination

Offering salvation

Obliterating sadness

Letting go

Letting in

Peace

Teaching a new way

Compassion

Kindness

Meaning

Monk Wimalasara by patrice mason

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In the presence of the master

Blest by his chant

Energy  Joy

Hearing whispers

Meaning of life

All beginning

On the way

Precious understanding