Sunday, April 13, 2014

Mostly Sitting Haiku I

Mountain wind slow as breath, 
mist drifts over pine—
I've sat twenty days on this same pillow!

Meditation hall silent
bird slammed into window
sat brooding half an hour
Saw Buddha then.

Use breath as Manjusri
Sword instantly cutting
down thought after thought
heaviness of sleep dream
fantasy, breath after breath

"Good at the beginning . . ." 
tears roll down
my palsied right cheek.

"You're not going to get your money back"
Everybody laughing—
"Any questions?"

Sunlight mixed with dust
rises behind a truck
on the dirt road.

Rows of sitting heads—
blue windows, car
parked silent on grass.

Allen Ginsberg

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