WALKING
by robert winson
(Fish Drum #11/12)
I'm one
man
with two jobs
coming and going
walking
in the field of breath
among myriad
beings
I'll catch up on wisdom later
Where it
is
that
all the Buddhas come from
like a
man
who often spoke your name
when speaking to you
Never coming
in through the door
They don't come in that way
Breathing
out fields of living beings
Breathing in tremendous bones
I'm not
done
But I did everything I needed to do
Now
nothing to do, nowhere to go
I don't
mind
being lost
here
where the mountains stand
on the water
Out of
arising
coming & going
Knowing
water
by drinking it
PLEASURE
OF THE UNSPECIFIC KIND
by tom ireland
(Fish Drum #13)
Pink jubilation
clouds
like staying up all night to write a paper
then walking empty streets at dawn
the thing done.
Or maybe
a girl. A beautiful girl
who smiled at you thirty years ago
on your way to get a roast beef sandwich.
Or Fifth
Avenue at Christmas time
smelling secretly the flayed skins
of women's pocketbooks.
Whatever
you want to call it.
These unspecific clouds.
KNOW
BY HEART
by trinh t. min-ha
(Fish Drum #14)
the worst
thing
I'll have to recite this
twice a day
the worst thing
is to give
meaning to
something that
hasn't got
any
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