Friday, 20 July 2012

Tomorrow

Tomorrow will be another try for a period of 'thinking about not thinking'

How to 'try' to think about not thinking?
It is different than trying.

Vietnam doesn't want foreigners hanging around with a robe and a bowl at the pagodas.
The Yen Tu Police came to the Zen Temple and asked me to pack up and go. - My knees and my doubtful mind thanked them.

I refuse to be one of the bald-headed westerners, walking slowly through the park, having given up on the West.

In them, I see my father preaching from a street-side pulpit in Rockland, Maine
The seventies having ended with a crash and come-down
His long hair cut short
His torn blue-jeans replaced with pleated suit-slacks; benders replaced with worship

Scared the 'jeepers' out of us to come down from Sunday School to see it all
Him standing before the congregation to bless the sweaty, trembling aunts and neighbors, speaking in tongues

Maybe it is a family tradition
Nothing in moderation, not even piety or spirituality
I just prefer robes to a suit


Here is a poem by David Budbill called Tomorrow

Tomorrow
we are
bones and ash,
the roots of weeds
poking through
our skulls.

Today,
simple clothes,
empty mind,
full stomach,
alive, aware,
right here,
right now.

Drunk on music,
who needs wine?

Come on,
Sweetheart,
let's go dancing
while we've still
got feet.
Post a Comment