buddha
Rainer Maria Rilke
Center of all centers, core of cores,
almond self-enclosed, and growing sweet–
all this universe, to the furthest stars all beyond them,
is your flesh, your fruit.
Now you feel how nothing clings to you;
your vast shell reaches into endless space,
and there the rich, thick fluids rise and flow.
Illuminated in your infinite peace,
a billion stars go spinning through the night,
blazing high above your head.
But in you is the presence that will be,
when all the stars are dead.
“The Bodhi Tree” by Dekklun Cuinn
AND the serpent rose
And hovered above his head
So that the rain
Not disrupt his peace
Nor the water
Dampen his spirit.
Buddha sat motionless
And let the world outside
Dissipate into a veil
Of timelessness and shadow.
And all cares of the world,
The struggles, the endless pursuits
Of material comfort,
The strain of labor,
The pain of human suffering
Came to be seen
As their true emanations.
The natural byproduct
Of the unexamined life.
And the Bodhi Tree remains
To remind us
What Buddha has left us.
And the Buddha is alive
In the branches and the leaves
And the roots that reach forever into the soil.
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Buddha Quote
“You, yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe, deserve your love and affection.”
Buddha
“Buddha’s Hands” Lemon © 2010
Photo by
sorgorosso
“Fruit For Thought…”
“Temperance is a tree which as for its root very little contentment, and for its fruit calm and peace.”
“Squeezing Buddha”
“December on Canyon Road” by Lori Romero
Buddha in the backyard
sits in old snow, worn
stories in his generous lap.
Lights genuflect, ripen
around faralitos. I carry Santa Fe
in my mouth—a luminous language,
amplified between forefinger and thumb.
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Peace On Earth
“Buddha’s Lapdance” by Ty Granderson Jones
NEGRO SENORITA
EXOTIC LOLITA
SUBLIME FELINE
FLUID
CRAZED
NASTY AND DAZED
LOUD
TASTY AND HASTY
IN MOTION
LIKE
CARAMEL VELVET
WHIRLING
IN A LIFE WIND
STRETCHING
A LAST DANCE
AT 4AM
WORKIN’ HER OWN
BOOTY
FAKE
BREAST
BUDDHAFEST
TOUCHING
TEASING
WITH HER LAST
PRIVATE
CAUSE
AND
EFFECT.
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“That’s My Throne” by Margie Louise Goodspeed
Divine spectacle of
dreams of
the fool is the
vast and expanding universe’s squalid offering to
the final line of transformations printed in
Union blue
without the gold adornments,
without the mud, without the obvious inanity of
the need to fight for what is self-
evident, among men anyway.
I’m good at stitching. I’ll keep it together.
All the pieces. Together. Bound. As if it were one.
Think I’ll stop. Keeping it together.
What a relief. To the sea anyway.
She picked me up and hung me up-
side down. In a dhoti. And a hand woven shawl.
My legs bare. Sinewy. Glistening with sweat.
But no blood. Not on the outside.
She tried to lead me into the forest yesterday.
A little ‘Red Riding Hood’ and I can hear her
choke at that one. Why say you want to play if
you don’t? Yeah I’ve been to Bisbee. It was in
the shop on the hill where I picked up
the Lapis Buddha. He was not even an inch tall.
There were rows of tables with
used books laid out. It was morning and I wasn’t in
a hurry. The shop had tall windows looking out
to the street. There were miniature copper…okay. I
have to stop here.
The phone rings and it’s bullshit. Then
a bug is on my foot. Fuck off. Piss on
your own spectacle lady, cause I ain’t in
those woods with you. Done. And
get thee gone. What’s with
the recurring look anyway? What’s
with cutting throats for threads of
Faustus’ coat tails? What’s with
the knife speared through the pages of
the book? Go flaccidly among
the wretched pinstripes of adopted boots.
Hold that chin just, up,
a bit, just
by the orange
float she tried to
be the girl in
the papier maché ham. I might
have been her too. I might have
been a lot of things. I’ll be the whisper in
the ear of the one not listening and then
I’ll pay 12 dollars to see it. But I won’t
get popcorn. So anyway, there is laughing.
Glad to entertain. Come see me again, every second
Thursday of every other month and twice on
Sundays.
Margie Louise Goodspeed
Los Angeles, 27 October
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