Thursday, August 15, 2019

Seventh Moon by Li He


For the August full moon, here's the seventh poem in Li He's lunar cycle.  The beauty of this poem is you begin to feel the first chill of summer's passing.  



The chill stars amid
The bank of clouds
Dewdrops gather in
The center of the bowl

A perfect blossom birthed
At the tip of the branch
The garden begins to wear
Its mourning garments

The night sky shimmers
Like bricks of jade
The lotus in the pond possesses
The green luster of money

In a sleeveless blouse
Too weary to dance
She sits and shivers
On the woven grass mat
  
With daylight a wind will rise
To brush away the Great Dipper
From brightness to disorder
Leaving only the empty garden



Image result for night sky in august




七月

李贺

星依云渚冷
露滴

好花生木末
衰蕙愁空园

夜天如玉砌
池叶极青

仅厌舞衫薄
稍知花簟寒

晓风何拂拂
北斗光


Thursday, August 1, 2019

Salutation to the Sun - Ohm Shanti Ohm

Just before dawn when
Consciousness is threadbare
Taking shape on the cusp 
Between the world of dream
And wakeful laissez faire
Words are strung together 
In a beaded prayer
Made of nothing more
Than breath and air

Arms uplifted
Palms joined as one
In salutation to the sun  
The world begins fresh again 
A palindrome of earth and air
And the sun rises as a vector 
Pointing beyond life and death





Energy flows
In discrete bundles
Through my frame
Marking the subtle body’s
Erratic path of least resistance
Ohm shanti Ohm
Encircles my bones
The cosmic energy that brings
Peace to the creaky joints
Of all living beings