Ikkyu

Though it has no bridge,
The cloud climbs up to heaven;
It does not seek the aid
Of Gautama’s sutras.

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A Conceit

“Give me your hand
Make room for me
To lead and follow
you
beyond this rage of poetry.
Let others have
the privacy of
touching words
and love of loss
of love.
For me
Give me your hand.”

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Routine

“Haan ji.
Dusted a few things
Washed my clothes
Routine
makes us survive.
Thus spoke
Timetable.”

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The Question

 
 
“Love, a question
has destroyed you.
I have come back to you
from thorny uncertainty.
I want you straight as
the sword or the road.
But you insist
on keeping a nook
of shadow that I do not want.
My love,
understand me,
I love all of you,
from eyes to feet, to toenails,
inside,
all the brightness, which you kept.
It is I, my love,
who knocks at your door.
It [...]

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One Day

“I’m gonna give up writing and just paint
I’m gonna give up painting and just sing
I ‘m gonna give up singing and just sit
I ‘m gonna give up sitting and just breathe
I ‘m gonna give up breathing and just die
I ‘m gonna give up dying and just love
I ‘m gonna give up loving and just write.”

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Reflection

” When did you enter my mirror?
I can neither see nor grasp
Your reflection in the restless waters.
Hours since, people have gathered
On the front verandah.
The sun has already buried his face
In the evening pillow.
I look for the old silk costume
Of a pala – singer.
In an old wooden chest
I search for dark cymbals, ear rings.
I want to adorn [...]

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Fragments of Love

“I live in the traces of my poetry
And also in the fragments of my love…” 
…he said.
She wondered
where ”they” lived
Untraced and fragmented.

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Sound of the dancing water

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Song in the park

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Room no 331

” Your hands easy
weight, teasing the bees
hived in my hair, your smile at the
slope of my cheek. On the
occasion, you press
above me, glowing, spouting
readiness, mystery rapes
my reason
When you have withdrawn
your self and the magic, when
only the smell of your
love lingers between
my breasts, then, only
then, can I greedily consume
your presence.”
 
Remembrance, Maya Angelou

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