Tag Archive | poetry
BROODING UPON THE RAIN-SOAKED BELL
Originally posted on Wuji Seshat:
She brings a broom at dawn to my heart For peach-petals open and blooming After the moon shone from a palace beyond time Dust fills my spirit’s halls from end to end And, for all her jade-whiteness My devotion cannot tell the Court of the Bright Sun How I have…
ALWAYS SOMEONE’S GUEST
Originally posted on Wuji Seshat:
It is no surprise, the mouth of suffering Cannot compare to the Bending River The embroidery of nature renews all ill-sentiments The waters refresh where once we tasted poisons Dew chills the lotus pod of our youth Mornings taint our flesh with anticipation The pearly curtains of new days give…
MY LOST KINGDOM
Originally posted on Wuji Seshat:
All turns to dust in my dying eyes So it must, the clouds signal my end Only love is that a unified land unseen What tales the future holds, we shall see You must not forget to tell me at my tombstone What happens, when the light hits the water…
REMEMBERING YOUR BEAUTIFUL SOFT HANDS
Originally posted on Wuji Seshat:
I At the Garden of life We had an accidental encounter We improvised with spirits of poetry To find each other ready for love With Spring we changed into each other Won! Won! Won! Right! Right! Right! II Like the affirmation of Peach blossoms The hard-hearted people could not understand…
LAST COMMENTARY ON FREE-WILL
Originally posted on Wuji Seshat:
The core of my heart is now patience and endurance Without these, how can one live? When they departed, Love and God I had to carry on dwelling in this body Then I Said to the wind, ‘Go and overtake them, For they are biding in the shade of the…
No Longer Mine
Originally posted on Regina Puckett:
No Longer Mine Regina Puckett I tiptoe through the morning dew, As I search this earth for you But no matter how long I search, I can’t discover your hidden perch Maybe from your far-off, lofty seat You’ll see my tears and agree to meet If only for…
THE SCRIPTURE OF THE GOLDEN ETERNITY
Originally posted on Wuji Seshat:
We were born of Nature, and we die in her grasp Did I create the sky? In the conception of my mind I imagine many things like God, eternity – though I live only to watch another sunrise I am the living golden eternity What my eyes touch and where…
THOUGHT IS EVERYTHING
Originally posted on Wuji Seshat:
The ultimate Realist realizes there is nothing factual We imagine what we believe that we see Economy is a figment of the human imagination Time is an abstract concept to explain change The world is a movie of what everything is Made of the same stuff as neurons, particles, quarks…
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