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26 July 2013 @ 11:04 pm
Poetry for a Friday night  
Gacked from cali_se
When you see this, post some poetry.

Humdrum Zen
There's nothing in the least unusual
in the lifestyle I pursue:
Simply, I find fulfillment
in doing the chores one must.
Seeking nothing, avoiding nothing,
what needs to be done I do
and the world flows smoothly past me
unfussing and unfussed.

Who cares what jack-in-office
grants purple rank or red
When even the staunch green mountains
are patterned to expire?

My life of magic practices?
Friend, you have been misled.
Look, I am hauling water,
I carry logs for the fire.

Layman Pang (c.740 - 808)
Translated from the Chinese by Graeme Wilson.
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nerthusnerthus on July 26th, 2013 01:53 pm (UTC)
Here's one I read a few days ago which made me mindful of the line of women in my family stretching back to my great-grandmother and that bond I feel with them, torn between younger, half-forgotten dreams of freedom and adventure and the reality of family/stability.

Among Women
By Marie Ponsot
What women wander?
Not many. All. A few.
Most would, now & then,
& no wonder.
Some, and I’m one,
Wander sitting still.
My small grandmother
Bought from every peddler
Less for the ribbons and lace
Than for their scent
Of sleep where you will,
Walk out when you want, choose
Your bread and your company.

She warned me, “Have nothing to lose.”

She looked fragile but had
High blood, runner’s ankles,
Could endure, endure.
She loved her rooted garden, her
Grand children, her once
Wild once young man.
Women wander
As best they can.
miwahni: ST Spock multiple attitudesmiwahni on July 26th, 2013 03:15 pm (UTC)
It's like seeing the world from a distance, and never first-hand. I think we're getting better at living our own lives, however ordinary.