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A hungry ghost lusts
A hungry ghost lusts for your healing-power hungry hands,
Baring chest and baring trust for you.
If he does not bear his cross for you to watch, then perhaps he has not paid you enough.
Does he come slumming for your enlightened interior decorating?
Do you know the look of an unbroken eye?
Can a tie hide a silk soul? Will you open one to read the note inside?
Does my sadist bodhisattva ache for every tear he cannot kiss
as he crushes sticky sweet juice from the seeds of fruit he clutches behind his back?
If bankers are your cross,
bear each with dignity across their hidden rivers.
Spare them the snobbish nine-fingered nirvana that forbids tax collectors.
Baring chest and baring trust
Baring chest and baring trust for you.
your enlightened interior decorating?
Can a tie hide a silk soul? Will you open one to read the note inside?
Does my sadist bodhisattva ache for every tear he cannot kiss
as he crushes sticky sweet juice from the seeds of fruit he clutches behind his back?
--these are the lines I really liked. The reference to one finger zen I googled but it didn't really clarify. Maybe you like to clarify. Maybe you like to let enigma's be enigmas. I have some wonderings about this poem, and I an intrigued by it.
I have failed to even send you a friend request. I plan to email Jason, again! with my complaints.
Are you mail or female? Maybe I should have noticed when I was perusing your site, but, I didn't.
Awww, you're right: I broke
Awww, you're right: I broke my own rule about making moral demands of people in writing. But I liked it anyway. It was actually written to a friend, and I figure I can get away with more with my friends than strangers...
Poppy, you are absolutely not supposed to feel stupid when you're reading me, so if I do that I need to fix something. In fact, I have a policy about including witty references...
Among other things, this poem was about a lovely little story about the One Finger Zen Master. I only came across that story in the last week or so (if you haven't come across it, do Google it!) so it hardly seems like a good idea to assume everyone else has heard it! So I tried to include it in such a way that you would make the connection if you had heard the story, but skim over it instead of getting bogged down if you hadn't. So if I wasn't successful, then I must have missed something.
I did read your poem this morning and I loved the bit about the spiders. I was going to comment, but then I thought I would be sticking myself in the middle of an argument that I wasn't a part of, then I uh... went and did something else.
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