Monday Poem

“But in 2500 B.C. Harappa, who cast in bronze a servant girl? No one keeps records of soldiers and slaves.” … —from At the Museum, by Agha Shahid Ali In Jerusalem I’ve learned a new word: asafoetida, or asafetida, which is a gum ground from Near Eastern plants of the genus Ferula which smells fetid …. and was used once…

Monday Poem

….—on a cartoon by Harry Bliss ..Yes, But . . . … It’s … a mixed bag ….a contentious thought ….a hard truth ….a contradiction of emotions ….a matter of time ….a bittersweet line ….a fickle notion ….a double standard ….a salve ….a remedial lotion ….a half-truth ….a deep and restless ocean Jim Culleny, 2/25/23…

Monday Poem

The Hindu image of Anantashayana portrays the god Vishnu reclining upon a coiled snake upon a raft floating in a sea of milk dreaming up the universe Until the Sacred Cows Come Home Vishnu reclines and sleeps dreaming up the world ………………………….. He lounges upon a coiled snake in the image of ananta shayana floating on…

Monday Poem

‘Scuze Me for Being Cynical Media (movies, news, tv), does not mediate, and often obfuscates, it dilates, though some do legitimately investigate, producing news upon which we are left to ruminate, and so, the public often oscillates and vacillates —but sly and foxy news, well, just prevaricates, creates fantasies that stuff its banks, which some…

Monday Poem

“Shu” is the single teaching of Confucius and “jen” it’s counterpart.  Shu means reciprocity; jen is love, kindness and goodness. T’ien is heaven.   –Confucius and the Teaching of Goodness Shu and Jen Goodness came as two hearts and sat beside me. “My name is Shu,” they said. At that moment two birds flew through…

Monday Poem

Given current conditions on Terra Firma, just needed some space— Fun in Space Call me nomad. Rootlessness is my routine. From where I stand space begs for exploration, not occupation —occupation of space requires a military state of mind, armies train for it, but individuals grow dull and lethargic just occupying space. There’s no substitute…

Monday Poem

Talking with my Guru ….. — Nothing and Emptiness Me: What is emptiness? G: What do you mean by emptiness? Me: I mean nothing. G: Then why are we discussing it? …. Take your tiny Tao shears …. and snip emptiness out of Webster’s …. and heave it into the void. It’s another …. self-serving tool like time …. and collateral damage…

Monday Poem

“lacrimae rerum, “ (the tears of things) …………………………………. —Virgil Everything Cries steel’s tears are rust, trees weep tears of falling leaves, clouds weep and mourn their loss sacrificing their billows to the earth as rain, the earth weeps its carbon into sky, the sun weeps its energy into earth and will die someday of the…