The earth untreated

with loves luminous display

haikus unwritten

The fact that we write

of the earth and its glory

hope for better days

for: One Deep Breath

Unlearning. De-conditioning your birth.
Forgetting your name. Going naked.

Sloughing away your last remains. Disrobing your memory.
Melting down your masks.

Ripping up your duties. Dismantling your certainties.
Disconnecting your doubts. Losing control of your being.

Un-baptizing your springs. Un-mapping your roads.
Shearing your desires. Gutting your passions.

Desacralizing the prophets. Discrediting the future.
Overturning the past. Discouraging Time.

Unknotting unreason. Deflowering delirium.
Defrocking the sacred. Sobering up from vertigo.

Defacing Narcissus. Delivering Gilead.
Deposing Moloch. Dethroning Leviathan.

Demystifying blood. Dissecting the monkey.
Disinheriting the ancestor.

Unburdening your soul. Unfailing your failures.
Disenchanting your despair. Unchaining your hope.

Delivering your madness. Defusing your fears.
Disencumbering your heart. Disappointing your Death.

Debasing your basis. Shredding your acquisitions.

Unlearn. Become naked.

~ Jacques Lacarriere
from Surat of Emptiness

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Physicists teach us

fusions resulting spin-off

we are born of Suns

I look in her eyes

She looks back into mine

Super nova!

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my phone is schizophrenic

every time i talk to it

another voice talks back

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My response to this weeks prompt from One Deep Breath, (Bridges)

Natures boundaries

spanned by our bridges, making

perfect metaphors

Are you over there

on the other side of the chasm

how do I get there?

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(This one is for Poetry Thursday’s prompt using a line from someone else’s poem. The line I used is by Harry Rutherford. It is the first line in the poem and links to Harry’s blog.)

Like a toppled buddha
do you recognize the timeless One
that is spontaneously aware of all this?
If so, please tell me,
Who and What you are,
when you are deeper than within?

Clouds pass by,
feelings pass by,
thoughts pass by-
but what in you does not pass by?
Do you see that One?
Can you say its Name?

The Benedictines had it, they knew
the joys of silence, the illuminating of
manuscripts, the careful diffusion of
esoteria.

The pleasures of abstinence.

Get to a point where you can deny yourself anything
and then you are halfway there, some say.
And poems are made
of love not made.

Emily Dickinson refused
the offered touch and reveled in her own
self abnegation. “The wildest word
consigned to man is No,” she wrote.

“You love me best when I refuse.”

“Imagined love is better than the real,
and occupies the highest branch of Eden’s tree,”
wrote Edna St. Vincent Millay.

“Like fallen fruit, lived love is cheap.”

by June Robertson Beisch from Fatherless Woman.© Cape Cod Literary Press.

This was not itended to be a one line poem but it just fit so here it is slightly revised slightly by moi:

… a unique endeavour to bring to bloom the million-petalled flower of being here.

Philip Larkin, British poet

Sorry, I did not write something yet for Poetry Thursday. We are headed to PA for the Easter weekend to be with family. Perhaps I can contribute something over the weekend.

For week #44, Spring/Fall Songs at One Deep Breath

Springs amorphous sky

Coming in all her glory

Winter acquiesces

We sat on the porch

Enthralled by Springs symphony

No sound escapes lips

As a single footstep will not make a path on the earth,

so a single thought will not make a pathway in the mind.

To make a deep physical path, we walk again and again.

To make a deep mental path, we must think over and over

the kind of thoughts we wish to dominate our lives.

Henry David Thoreau