by D Shapiro
Wondering…. What is
The last line of my haiku?
Grateful…. …..breathing
^
still
by D Shapiro
Wondering…. What is
The last line of my haiku?
Grateful…. …..breathing
^
still
by D. Shapiro
He was a kite dressed in cranes and pulled back by those dancing on the bridge. The yellow lanterns strung along the riverbank were blown by the wind which was trying to make him soar.
Gossamer, misty, moonlit clouds
enmesh and enfold a tantalizing
white nippled breast …
seductively pulsing through and over,
seeming to offer itself,
while both illuminating and reflecting
with vibrating light
that which seems to conceal it.
1970, Penang
J’s comment 2022: I like it. Filled with eros, like a playful dance It works as an analogy and on multiple levels….lovely images, almost like the moon playing hide-and-seek with the clouds (and us!) . Definitely to put up. Love, love, J
Thrusting arc of light
a tadpole semen swimming upward
into the womb of the sky..
Exploding color and energy,
orgasmic connection
Tender twinkling beauty in the aftermath
a glowing weeping willow falling to earth
a grace note of warmth vanishing into darkness
lighting our hearts
J comment (2022): Wow this is beautiful very sensual and at the same time hopeful about light in the world. I love it, Put it up for sure! Love, J
by D Shapiro
Creative words
flow downstream
with the current.
Embarrassed..
writing thoughts
in the meditation room
TASSAJARA DESCRIPTION: (from brochure):is a natural hot springs located in a remote valley in the heart of the Ventana Wilderness in California. Tassajara, also referred to by its monastery name of Zenshinji (Zen Heart-Mind Temple), is dedicated to San Francisco Zen Center’s mission, which is “to embody, express, and make accessible the wisdom and compassion of the Buddha.” Surrounded by inspiring mountain vistas, Tassajara encourages a more spacious and present way of being. The hot springs melt away the stress and dust of daily living. Carefully prepared food nourishes body and spirit. The air and the skies are crystal clear, and the stars shine brightly at night. Away from the distractions and demands of daily life, supported by the sounds of the creek and the breeze in the sycamores, the opportunity to deeply relax and connect with the natural world is readily at hand.
A POEM WRITTEN DURING MY RETREAT THERE
From the top of the mountain
I look down on the beauty of Tasahara,
From within the sanctuary of Tasahara,
I see the beauty of my home
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A journal note:
At Tasahara I thought of leaving in the middle of the meditation. Is it a compulsive goal-oriented pushing it through or is it learning the discipline that’s necessary to still oneself. To leave or not to leave is a “left brain” analytical decision Adolescent rebellion? The shadow of me seemed to disappear. Was it habituation or the fact that the sun was rising and getting lighter. Very aware of the master walking with his stick — shadow on shadow. At Tasahara meditation was (no research project) — like footprints in the sand learning, possessing is a research project. Often I find myself wanting to do
I remember when talking at Tasahara with one of the monks in training about what Suzukiroshi thought during meditation. He said “That’s like asking the sky what it feels”. The monk said that Suzukiroshi once said that it’s really unimportant to discuss insights during meditation because it doesn’t make any difference anyway. Certainly it was ok to have thoughts “but just don’t invite them to have tea”.
by D Shapiro (written in Bali, l982)
Dancing on a table, the long legs are firm and fluid……..
Yearning, deep hunger to pull them apart
To thrust deeply into you,
To grasp you deeply into me
by D Shapiro
1982 in Bali:
Green leaves, flat, pointed,
Too soft, like bamboo fingers
of Legong dancer
by D Shapiro with comments by J Shapiro
You silly
Co-created phantom
Let us dance together
Under a canopy of candy clouds soft white