Hi Gary, the last time I saw you was quite some time ago, early 70’s you were walking up the stairs at zen center, I said hello. I dig your poetry, you said thanks and kept walking, this was right after Suzukiroshi showed me about sticking an incense in the sandbox and making it stand up, This is a collaborative piece I put into a dna strand , it might be transformative? Hope you njoy it, love to hear your feed ac
1.straightest line walked
straightest line drawn
shoreline sands of yours and mine Was the result
of years and years
of painstakingly laborious corrections
and restitution Or maybe it was just a remembrance of something not lost
but only obscured and forgotten
and broken treaties
by morbidly precocious Mother and Fathers by the blood of tasking peons
toiling for dignity and necessity.
How does one begin
to sculpt and chisel
rusted imperatives, flagging convictions of that hangdog defeat,
stuttering and stumbling
into blind obeisance
and servitude Will we inspire through semaphore and symbol
through the clarion call
that pierces and destroys
obstacles and illusions in the midst of clouds of worry,
clouds of concern
gnawed and uncertain rays of hope rays of relief
rays of us originally.
2.The fairness of death
that frail carnation bodice
that cocoons the encasement of the eternal dove forgotten freedoms perched on razor wire fences
the masterful escape
of a luminous spirit
confined in flesh and time from an unforgiving world. Justice operates beyond this realm
those whose journeys
have been completed.
I can't comprehend why some are chosen to depart
in such a seemingly untimely manner.
But your consciousness
evinces a courage that rages against fettered souls and skins subjugated by the sensesheld
by guilt and shame.
Yet we are forgiven,
rejoice in the reunion of whence we came to where we go Tethered to impertinent strongholds grasping wholeheartedly,
whiplash smash clear through invisible walls
psychic trash piled sky-high each and every piece carefully placed, architecturally arranged
insecure and secured frantically thrashing about you lose a finger
that falls feather-slow,
easily recognizable, when frozen in shock
finger flying skyward
slow-motion rotation mid-air summer salt twist meridian mudras handicapped and plaster cast
surveying the remnants abound in fevered compensation the golden-armed misdeal
perceived as providential
and redeeming faithfully.