tiistai 31. maaliskuuta 2015

Drinking coffee during the night,
sick, dizzy,
when I should be in bed,
but there nightmares enter the sleeping mind
and to strange dimensions guide our thoughts.

To die in a nighmare,
to never wake
and to understand it was a dream
and that a greater dream is ending
- not the fate I want,
I dread to think
of what my loved ones felt.

No, I shall linger here,
awake and tired and ill,
but master of my thoughts,
with a cane driving them through this darkness
until the morning comes.

Now fear is the shepherd that best
keeps my flock together. 

31.03.2015
Advice to the Seafarer

Forget to take your medicine
and you become a creaky ship riding huge waves
in your own home, a raging ocean
where the bottom of the floor
calls for the unwary mariner.
So go steady, cross small paths of the sea
like those who first tamed the waves,
from island table to islet chair to the continent of the bed
in small, brave moves when the weather is at it's best.

31.03.2015

maanantai 30. maaliskuuta 2015

Love is pain
not yet felt,
 the first touch
of the blade
on the skin
before it cuts.

30.03.2015

sunnuntai 29. maaliskuuta 2015

Coming up with riddles,
riding them into nibbana
- what kind of wisdom is that,
the enlightenment that strucks
like the abbot's cane!

29.03.2015
That moment of looking back,
the dead being lost again,
turning into a statue
- the gods telling humans
do not look bad, do not feel regret
and do not be a human being,
be like a god, unfeeling, distant.

29.03.2015
To hate "America" is to love humanity,
to be "anti-American" is to embrace humanity,
to call "Death to America" is to protect humanity.

Death to America!

29.03.2015

lauantai 28. maaliskuuta 2015

pauper poets and wandering bards

all those poets
going around as vagrants
begging or just settling here and there
in an acquitance's home
to enjoy hospitality
(let's forget the occasional theft)
leaving poems behind them
scribbling fictions in notebooks
about the landscapes
experiences
because that's art
the erasion of what is
replaced with what should be
one face of it, art
zig-zagging around countries
through the centuries
restless
to be called sages
dozing off under trees
bridges
in railway cars
in river boats
as the rain hammered
and civilisations
were lights being turned off
sleeping away
drunken
with words
falling scattered leaves
snowflakes
in the soil where we seek
their footprints

28.03.2015

tiistai 24. maaliskuuta 2015

Ad me ipsum

I heard you were
happy, once

and that now
the memory

is like a dream
barely remembered

or a faded photograph
betrayed by time

the presence of the lost
the loved like the light

that then shine
upon them and you

23.03.2015

maanantai 23. maaliskuuta 2015

under azure sky
the monks in yellow and red
drink and gossip
in the warmth of the spring sun
and nibbana
is as far away
as the night and the stars
and the cold moon
hovering over their sleep

23.03.2015
To lovers

Oh lovers,
you are just machines of flesh
made for reproduction,
to pass on the genes
to their immortality.

All those sweet words,
all those kisses, embraces
and the rest,
all just there
to lead to the act,
to the future
through another human bridge
for our past to pass on.

23.03.2015
Night, cold shivers,
coffee and a few pills;
the lavatory where
a book of poetry waits
sees regular visits
and outside, one
unbreakable darkness.

23.03.2015
Christian compassion in white-and-blue colours

We will cut funding to the World Food Programme
if our government recognizes Palestine's independence
declare the US Congress members
so proudly Christian and Zionist
these millionaires
who think that power is justice and weakness is guilt
that poverty is god's punishment
and that like a camel goes through needle's eye
one hundred percent time
so shall they march to Heaven
under the flag of Israel

23.03.2015
Blaming the wife

You waited for me
says Ulysses, amazed
I never
expected
Penelope
I thought I would just
have to kill one man
but now
look at all these
dead suitors
are you happy,
my love?

23.03.2015
Young poet Gary Snyder in Japan

The poet, a small man,
in a shack - so the text says -
looking almost scared
abandoned
eyes black dots question
the photographer
beside a picture
of some fat jolly old deity
or holy man laughing
to the world, religion
and all those
who pursue them seriously
in this fleeting world
where in a second or two
a person can turn
into a black shadow
on a wall in Hiroshima or Nagasaki

 23.03.2015
 The Firing by Gary Snyder

To John Chappell(1931-1964) and Les Blakebrough

The still living poet visiting the two potters
on a motorcycle
and on motorcycle the dead potter would die
the next year in the last continent
and now on my monitor
the living one a withered old man
skin more than flesh over bones
speaks of his art
paints a pot with shellac
after having left Tasmania behind him
the dead one in an old photo from Japan
(or New Zealand, we don't know)
part of history now in white-and-black
wary
the eyes looking at us
seem to have known the spread of time
awaiting
and both live (and the dead lies dead,
remembered)
in the poem written by the poet
on that long ago gone day
whose fires have gone cold
fifty-two years ago
the art remains, crisp

23.03.2015

keskiviikko 18. maaliskuuta 2015

Words, growing into sentences
liberated us
from the confines of the mere everyday
struggle for survival
in those long gone African days,
so much more could be shared
and our speech, remembered
and repeated,
could reach so far,
farther than our burgeoning imagination
could carry us,
through two million years
in ever-growing sphere of knowledge,
understanding and wonder.

18.03.2015
 

maanantai 16. maaliskuuta 2015

Expedition heading to the wreck of the HMS Erebus

Ice diving on the wreck of the Erebus
seeking linen pages with words
to give voice to dead men
who mad with lead poisoning
and in pain from scurvy
might have left a message
to pierce the shroud of time
tell us who died when
and whose hand wrote the last note
whose dead flesh was submerged with the ship

16.03.2015
 Global warming

spring is coming
the sun is caressing the naked branches
streams sing their little songs
last autumn is revealed from under the snow
fallen leaves dead grass
but it's too early mid-march
this should be the landscape
sounds of mid- to late april
changed world so many weeks
before first buds appear on leaf trees
a second autumn
under the bright sun of the late lost winter

16.03.2015

sunnuntai 15. maaliskuuta 2015

The are five different aspects
to take into account
when considering buying a book:

Who wrote it,
the subject,
if it's well written,
the covers
and the scent of it's pages.

Old books have the last
in their favour,
character
that can be enjoyed
again and again
unlike old wine
once un-corked.

15.03.2015
The joy we felt in the past
shall never return,
the spring that
fed it has dried,

to find a source of happiness
to sustain the years to come
we must leave it,

go and wander, seeking
what the world will give us,
to try to create ourselves
what others can't.

15.03.2015
Reading The Gateless Barrier,
easy to see what the Zen monks wanted
when you apply a little bit of physics
about quantum tunneling.

There is no Gate in the wall
that guards the Truth,
but stand beside the wall
and one moment
you may find yourself
on the other side.

Breaking the standard rules
and getting to the essence -
even unlikely events
will come true,
The Gateless Barrier
pierced and unbroken.

15.03.2015

perjantai 13. maaliskuuta 2015

maanantai 9. maaliskuuta 2015

Stars in the sky
that deep well of space
where dropped
we never reach bottom

09.03.2015
Broken lines
missing words
the emptiness
that devoured
became you
o Sappho!

09.03.2015
Sick of Australia

We are sick of Australia,
Tony Abbott,
we are sick of your coal,
we are sick of your drowned refugees,
we are sick of your offshore detention centres,
we are sick of your refusal to confront global warming,
we are sick of your support for nasty regimes
in Israel and Sri Lanka,
we are sick of your indigenous people living in poverty,
marginalized
we are sick of your whining,
we are sick of your temper tantrums,
we are sick of you wrecking the Great Barrier Reef,
we are sick of you,
Tony Abbott,
we are sick of Canberra.

09.03.2015
Apamea, Calah, Hatra
ripped apart
thousands of years
of civilisation, culture,
history, ordinary life
destroyed, stolen
the roots
digged up and torn away
memory
identity
bulldozed drilled hacked
Year Zero
Weep for the loss
of generations past
to all generations to come
us, our self-created iconoclasts
weep not for us
in anger
comdemn these two halves
of the same evil
the colonialist
and the iconoclast
feeding from the same
twisting body

09.03.2015

sunnuntai 8. maaliskuuta 2015

Dare to disturb the world -
if necessary,
kick it in the groin.

08.03.2015
Climate Change On Early March Afternoon

Murky day,
the winter flows away in ditches,
reflects trees and clouds in pools,
and birds, confused
sing on branches
where no leaf shall bud
for months to come.

08.03.2015
nature as geologist

the river flows
between the mountains
spears of rock
from the past
it flows
through time
deeper and deeper
farther into the past
uncovers destroys
flowing flowing

08.03.2015
The good part in pre-literate societies
living without literate neighbours
is that the names of their tyrants and despots
and their henchmen
have been forever lost,
a damnatio memoriae.

08.03.2015
Terrorist is only
a statesman without
a state to use as a tool
for violence.

08.03.2015

lauantai 7. maaliskuuta 2015

You know it's time to start thinking
about your own mortality when it hurts as you pee
(and have to go the WC every hour)
but what's the point, I remember
her in the hospital bed,
sorrowful eyes
and know all about death
from that memory of my mother.

07.03.2015
We are the ashes of stars
fading embers
of nuclear fires
once blazing at cores of stars

still we briefly
shine bright
radiant
in the cosmic night

07.03.2015
 After Enlightenment

Was it really worth
to sacrifice all those decades
to seek inner peace
when the knowledge
is but for a few
fleeting years,
oh Master?

Sought, and found,
fifty decades, sixty decades
spent -
who can remember?
Knowledge holds firm in the mind,
but life is now a candle
flickering in the wind.

07.03.2015
You can't beat wisdom
into a person,
but you certainly
can beat it out.

07.03.2015
All those Zen masters
caning their pupils
beating them purple
probably just liked
the sound
of wood hitting flesh

07.03.2015
 Outside Bodhidharma's Cave

If the price of wisdom
is an arm,
consider cutting off
the hand of the one
holding the wisdom,
not yours.
After all,
it might not be
worth it.

07.03.2015
Too late we understood
we were never going to
inherit the Earth,
just left watching
as the keys changed owner,
locks were replaced
and newly painted sign
"Private Property"
was put on the yard.

07.03.2015

perjantai 6. maaliskuuta 2015

We who don't have potential,
nor capability
anymore
but have oceans of anger
swelling inside us,
we must remember
that it's sometimes enough
to just give a nudge
to the first domino in the line.

06.03.2015
Knowledge does increase pain
- your pain in this world of sorrow.
Ignorance increases the pain
you cause to others.

06.03.2015
There's only one great cause
to fight for in this world,
the cause which includes
all important struggles:
The fight against injustice.

06.03.2015
Flipping between spring and winter,
rain and snow,
always under gray cloud skies
a landscape painted black and white,
and you, human, that
black dot added off-handedly.

06.03.2015

sunnuntai 1. maaliskuuta 2015

To live
is to lose
to change

Either you
lose so much
you stop cease

Or you change
transform
into someone else

Who looks
back at your life
with a stranger's eyes

01.03.2015

Into the Wild

You wandered off
in the hills
in the ever-green forests
going up and down
their slopes

now you are

the hills
their old stones
the trees darkening
in the fading light
the sound of the stream
caressing mossy stones

ever one

with the birds calling
the wind that
comes crisp
smooth like stones
from the bottom of the stream
sculpted by the water
the ages

somewhere
faraway
among the pines and the firs
melting into the night
your voice
still echoing

01.03.2015