May 2013
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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.
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April 2013
13 posts
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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...
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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 ;
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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...
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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.
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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
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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
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Gentleness by patrice mason
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Turning the mind to salvation
End of suffering
Finding a way
Acceptance
Abandoning struggle
Choosing enlightenment
Peace
Happiness
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Tiny Chime by Paul Scharfbenberger
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tiny chime
blessed by the wind
your simple sound
sings sagas
of effortless imagining
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The Chimney Sweep by Paul Scharfenberger
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I once knew a chimney sweep
who made Indian flutes
in his spare time.
They were so smooth and delicate
as if the wood
dreamed to be carved that way.
And when he played them,
the sound that they made
was so fertile and plaintive,
it seemed the Earth itself
sang longingly through his breath
for the sky.
He told me he was going to give up
chimney sweeping
and move to Arizona
to make...
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Thanksgiving by Paul Scharfenberger
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I bow before the silent teacher
who is moved only by a nudge of wind.
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A jay ascends on his way aloft
resting on the highest limb.
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Horses loiter aimless in the fallow fields
dropping preparations for the coming Spring.
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Stone walls glow eerily translucent
as if signal apparitions of worlds past.
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Squirrels scamper messages atop the rocks
tails pointed back to their source.
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...
January 2013
1 post
Year of Prophecies: dance into the new year →
libramoon2:
Enter Dancing That liminal space Between my body and air waves Creates a dance. Fluid form. There is salvation, Thunder from the heavens, Tears and lightening, A host, a feast, a conflagration. There is laughter. The dance takes me up In her motherly embrace, Holds me…
December 2012
17 posts
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as out, so in, poem by Laurie Corzett
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Lake silent, dark
mirror to reflective Moon
complete in stillness
Wind escapes blackened maples,
catches crackling leaves
to whirl, to fall
Integral, self-contained, this world knows
mystery, bloodlines
helpless ecstasies eternity allows
for now
(Editor’s note: Laurie Corzett is on Tumblr, and you can read more of her work at http://libramoon2.tumblr.com )
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poem by Jennifer Dupre
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The introspection of the mind, Blurs the lines. Blurs the faces. Black hearts with white intentions leave us swimming in grey, murky matter. Pushing, pulling. Treading and trying. Struggling to see The beast below Grimaces and grabs My feet as I fight. The frighteningly, familiar face Consumes my mind And erases the spaces Of the joy that was left.
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These Moths, a poem by Jennifer Dupre
these winged things they do not fly. they’re powderless and powerless submerged in the lye. they slide under the cracks above and below. always going unnoticed before the cock crow. what a life they lead being pushed by gravity. not quite taking flight fully aware of their brevity. picked off and tossed like the pests that they are, falling - never flying - oh so frighteningly far.
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poem by Steve Gilcrest
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Take me to a place that nobody else knows, a place below a shady green orchard, where the trees blossom with glowing fruit.
Take me to a place where we can drift away, a place where worries become lost among the flowers, where gardens grow thick with purple daylilies.
Take me to a place that’s untouched by snow, a place that’s warm and cloudless through all seasons, where the sun...
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A Taoist Trump by Lee Evans
. Whenever there is war, both sides are wrong, No matter if they each defend the right. The side that yields will win with virtue’s might, Regardless of the prowess of its throngs. The female overcomes the male erelong With stillness, and true Liberty appears When it is not asserted or made clear— For opposition urges strife along. . Therefore when Empire covets all the earth,...
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“As two astrophysicists were arguing about the correct theory of the universe,...”
– Clinton Van Inman. From a future book by the author, to be called “A Fistful of Zen.” The author writes, “I consider them as a few shells I have collected on my journey through Taoism, my entire life.” He adds, that he still teaches high school, and that he plans to retire this year and travel to...
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“Even distilled and holy water finds its way back to the stream. All things...”
– Clinton Van Inman. From a future book by the author, to be called “A Fistful of Zen.” The author writes, “I consider them as a few shells I have collected on my journey through Taoism, my entire life.” He adds, that he still teaches high school, and that he plans to retire this year and travel to...
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“Behold!” said the sage showing an empty hand, “for only here is somethingness.”
– Clinton Van Inman. From a future book by the author, to be called “A Fistful of Zen.” The author writes, “I consider them as a few shells I have collected on my journey through Taoism, my entire life.” He adds, that he still teaches high school, and that he plans to retire this year and travel to...
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“There are many ways to be foolish, yet few to be wise. The reason man has not...”
– Clinton Van Inman. From a future book by the author, to be called “A Fistful of Zen.” The author writes, “I consider them as a few shells I have collected on my journey through Taoism, my entire life.” He adds, that he still teaches high school, and that he plans to retire this year and travel to...
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“Behold!” said the sage throwing handfuls of sand into the air, “for here is...”
– Clinton Van Inman. From a future book by the author, to be called “A Fistful of Zen.” The author writes, “I consider them as a few shells I have collected on my journey through Taoism, my entire life.” He adds, that he still teaches high school, and that he plans to retire this year and travel to...
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“A butterfly was trapped behind broken glass in a window pane and dreamed of the...”
– Clinton Van Inman. From a future book by the author, to be called “A Fistful of Zen.” The author writes, “I consider them as a few shells I have collected on my journey through Taoism, my entire life.” He adds, that he still teaches high school, and that he plans to retire this year and travel to...
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“What is the greater magic, Circe changing Ulysses’ men into beasts, or...”
– Clinton Van Inman. From a future book by the author, to be called “A Fistful of Zen.” The author writes, “I consider them as a few shells I have collected on my journey through Taoism, my entire life.” He adds, that he still teaches high school, and that he plans to retire this year and travel to...
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“Real love comes not with Cupid’s arrows
But with shovels and wheelbarrows.”
– Clinton Van Inman. From a future book by the author, to be called “A Fistful of Zen.” The author writes, “I consider them as a few shells I have collected on my journey through Taoism, my entire life.” He adds, that he still teaches high school, and that he plans to retire this year and travel to...
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“There are no mountains without lowlands, and there are no lowlands without...”
– Clinton Van Inman. From a future book by the author, to be called “A Fistful of Zen.” The author writes, “I consider them as a few shells I have collected on my journey through Taoism, my entire life.” He adds, that he still teaches high school, and that he plans to retire this year and travel to...
“Happiness is like the sky, blue only from the distance. The greater the blueness...”
– Clinton Van Inman. From a future book by the author, to be called “A Fistful of Zen.” The author writes, “I consider them as a few shells I have collected on my journey through Taoism, my entire life.” He adds, that he still teaches high school, and that he plans to retire this year and travel to...
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“The closer to the mountains the drier is the desert. Remember this well you...”
– Clinton Van Inman. From a future book by the author, to be called “A Fistful of Zen.” The author writes, “I consider them as a few shells I have collected on my journey through Taoism, my entire life.” He adds, that he still teaches high school, and that he plans to retire this year and travel to...
September 2012
13 posts
2 tags
Admonition To The Poets by Paul Dolinsky
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Poets who relish monologue
and relinquish dialogue
are wise to acknowledge dialogue,
which can survive exile
or outlaw status,
but not stasis.
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In solitary flight there is still
commerce between feathers,
between feathers and air,
air opening to the whole sky.
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Words express sentiment,
which is shared,
not a solitary sport.
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Poetic outbursts
can form downpours
that nourish...
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Plum Blossoms, Tiger by Robert Mullen
Lines in the hall, of robes coated with dust, and robes without. There’s no one to tell the difference.
For the twentieth year plum blossoms fall, come to rest on a tigers whiskers.
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Buddha by Night by Robert Mullen
Bicycle lights trickle in and out of ink black streets, the corners patrolled by golden lions.
Monolith weaved from steel and glass gazes out, by candle light a stone Buddha sits, and sits.
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Wandering Crane by Robert Mullen
Summer streams through open door, wandering crane passes through. Dust
drift in ochre disturbs meditation. No immortals here – fly south to Jade Peaks.
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Dust Streams Over Duckweed by Robert Mullen
Dust streams over duckweed buds, ten thousand graves swept.
In time, I’ll join them but right now, I’ll watch the cherry blossoms tumble, and tumble.
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Autumn Under the Seventh Moon by Robert Mullen
Golden cassia’s topple under the seventh moon, green moss flares in tumbling light.
Magpies have remained silent tonight. Herd boy and weaver will have to wait, just a little longer.
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Thatch Hut, Conversing Magpies, Seeking Sage by...
Magpies wrapped in conversations on a bramble fence ancient ruin of thatch lies idle amongst pines.
Footprints mark dust streams leading into immortal depths. Snowy egrets startle, then rest in tree tops.
The magpies won’t say where you are so I follow tracks into fathomless ridge ways.
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THREE HAIKU BY HUNTER LIGUORE
1)
Listen, says the Wind
Be present, says the Flame
Feed me, says the Ego
2)
Incense Burns
Still House
Snow drifts in windows
Still mind
Practice brings forth spring
3)
Rise, Scorpio moon
Second quarter half blooms
Moth clings.
Primrose leans.
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GAMING (Our deepest part is elsewhere-unborn) by...
Is this your casino
prior to your birth?
Does that end-game asteroid
collide with mother earth?
Are you in your matrix
playing pitch and toss?
And is your cataclysm
to be the end of us?
Are you at a table
bluffing with your eye?
Are you never here to lose
so that you never die?
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Vast by Roy K. Austin
Wandering along the sands
as at the bar of memory,
something in that ocean there
insinuates eternity;
not in time that one might know
nor in space that one might grasp,
like the whole of consciousness
unimaginable, vast!
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INSULATED BY ROY K. AUSTIN
From warmth behind the glass
seems cruel to see outside-
the puffed up thrush, shiver
as the north wind bites!
Or in my well stocked pantry
think, the child in drought is dying
for lack of what I give the robin:
the world will never heal
unless we feel the pain that others feel.
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SACRAMENT OF THE MOMENT (The eternal sensed) by...
My old clock ticks away the day
that haemorrhages the evening
and like a night nurse at the bed
as growing lesions slowly spread,
a crescent moon would nothing say
to see that patient pass away:
The stars call out but they are late-
what metaphysics spring from that
when in my soul eternity
is smiling like the Cheshire cat!
As if it brushed against my legs
to travel up into my brain -
when man...
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Social Justice or Injustice? By Terry Loncaric
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Allies, enemies,
crusaders for peace,
truth-seekers,
religious fanatics,
all streak through the night air
in a blinding supersonic blur,
a surreal action movie,
driven by instant TV ratings,
flashy cowboy patriotism.
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In an earth-splitting moment,
men of war storm a star-spangled sky,
dropping destructive bombs,
then dispense bags of food
from the same smoky clouds.
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In this...
July 2012
25 posts
What’s New, indeed. WELCOME TO TGL-BLOG, on Tumblr
What’s New, indeed. Welcome to TGL-Blog, on Tumblr
TGL-Blog is one of the New Things for TGL.
Its full name is The Golden Lantern Blog, its URL is http://thegoldenlantern-blog.tumblr.com ) and we refer to it simply as, TGL-Blog.
Tumblr is extremely intuitive and easy to use, and that why I use for my own blogs, and why Dave and I decided on making Tumblr, the host for TGL-Blog. We’ll get you...
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Untitled No-Song, a poem by Doug Fowler
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Why sit?
And so much?
As if …
(to figure out)
What?
The recognition Pharoah sang through a saxophone?
Maybe the snowmelt wind touching blue-white phlox?
Or is it the oak branch shadows on asphalt shingles?
Formula: Watch every small reflection moving
in the polished yellow metal. Study the candle melting
on our table’s varnished wood-grain,
the smell of washroom sinks, loose...
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Taoist Poetry, a series of poems by Heath...
TAOIST POETRY
1)
I made my temple from clouds and mountains
wherethe altar lies a rivermight flow.
As the ancient pine darkens theImmortal is seen.
What use is there for scriptures
when the light of what cannot be explained
settles all around?
2)
The May breeze
gently drifts through pine woods
bringing the fragrance of wild garlic and bluebells.
Those who look from the road
cannot see...
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Song of No Inside, No Outside, a poem by Heath...
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The Tao is not hidden from view.
In wooded glades and mountain paths,
city streets or busy roads, it resides.
Nowhere being better or worse
its face appears.
What is settled is present everywhere.
Observe what does not move, it may be noticed.
Regard what is inanimate, it is revealed.
Turn towards the still for what is common appears.
A cloud is not a cloud,
a tree not a tree, yet...
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Heath Thompson - Bio
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I am currently training to be a Taoist priest with the American Dragon Gate Lineage of the Quanzhen Longmen tradition. I live in Warwickshire, England with my wife and cat! I regular spend time in the mountains and forests of Wales, France, Germany, Italy and Austria and find much inspiration for my practice and poetry.
