Gaze intently into the blazing heart of joy
and you will perceive my blissful Mother,
matrix of all phenomena. Ramprasad Sen, Kali / Why Disappear into Formless Trance?
and you will perceive my blissful Mother,
matrix of all phenomena. Ramprasad Sen, Kali / Why Disappear into Formless Trance?
The goldfinches are
back, or others like them. Elizabeth Bishop, North Haven
Chipmunk on the back-porch
stair
(after it had raided the bird feeder)—
same one that was here last year?
(after it had raided the bird feeder)—
same one that was here last year?
Chipmunk, you have such soft,
sleek fur!
chipmunk, you’re such a hearty eater!
chipmunk on the back-porch stair.
chipmunk, you’re such a hearty eater!
chipmunk on the back-porch stair.
Chipmunk, where’s your Winter
lair?
I believe that you’re a heavy sleeper,
chipmunk that was here last year
I believe that you’re a heavy sleeper,
chipmunk that was here last year
awake this new bright morning
fair—
peepers sending from the lake their repeating
inextricable wail, heard from the back-porch stair
peepers sending from the lake their repeating
inextricable wail, heard from the back-porch stair
by the chipmunk and me—our
four ears
full of the sound of Mother Reality,
same as the sound that will play next year
full of the sound of Mother Reality,
same as the sound that will play next year
(but where there’s a song there will be singers)—
chipmunk on the back-porch stair,
same one that was here last year.
