I walked on those decks And tripped on those bolts, Ran my hands on those walls Left this feeling in my bones. These holes and cracks Told me an ancient tale Of that boat at the dock 1832, it set sail. Aye captain! The boat left the shore The pink yellow waters Had a new sunrise in store. With the winds strong and weak And the high and
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Poetry Corner: The Sea Within The Fish
A human being is essentially an eye; the rest is merely flesh and skin: whatever the eye has beheld, he is that. A jar will submerge a mountain with its water when the eye of the jar is open to the Sea. When the interior of the jar has a Channel to the Sea, that jar will overwhelm a river as great as the Oxus. In the same way whatever
Poetry Corner: Boil Nicely Now
Look at the chickpeas in the pot, how they leap up when they feel the fire, While boiling one of them rises to the top And cries, “ Why are you setting this fire Under me? Did you buy me for this tumbling and torture?” The housewife keeps hitting it with the ladle. “No!” she says, “boil nicely now, and don’t leap away from the one
Poetry Corner: Wings of Desire
People are distracted by objects of desire, And afterwards, repent of the lust they’ve indulged, Because they have indulged with a phantom And are left even farther from Reality than before. Your desire for the illusionary is a wing, by means of which a seeker might ascend to Reality. When you have indulged a lust, your wings drop
