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the bodhisattva chronicles
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by Bil Johnson
“looking for the extraordinary outside of daily routine
is like pushing aside waves to look for water”
-the zen way
heard gary snyder has cancer
wonder if he's outside right now
smiling at venus
-i should plant a tree
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4.12.7
i wish you could speak
or sing to me
the intimate rhythms
of your mother's heartbeat
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4.12.7
brandi and jack lie sleeping
in that sacred mother-son-form
his mouth full
breathing heavy through the nose
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4.13.7
scent of sweet cut grass
cottonwoods and willows burst
sun has made her case
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flash of red on wing
winds shifting marshes explode
cranes take wing clouds pierce
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4.16.7
furrowed brow-eyes lost in baby fat
chubby cheeks beet-red
arms like a pugilist
quick quack of your cry
and the anger has passed
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4.16.7
my chocolate cocker spaniel
has rainbows in his eyes
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4.16.7
Son
(you were a universe at birth)
in your third week
perhaps you remember
more than i'll ever know
capture and keep my face
as it is now
my gaze
as it is now
full of amazement in you
our eyes explore each other
we wonder in the marvel of us
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4.17.7
you arrived enlightened
wide grey eyes
a bodhisattva of the spring
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4.17.7
wish i could see through
the shifting eyes of an infant
the world is a cloud
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4.18.7
jackson paul
the storm of your cries can be seen
gathering force from a distance
we wait-
hoping
-it passes by
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4.18.7
"apologies to the published"
my condolences
to the published
you writers-for-pay
masters of syntax.
your rhythm may come easy
speech may be sure
but in the darkest hour before dawn
the hushed voice of a father
timidly reading his own words
is all that can soothe his newborn son.
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