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October 5, 2007
by gordon coombes
- Lao Tsu -
Lao Tsu in the distance
walks across mountains
and into
clouds
disappearing -
- sea of saffron -
by gordon coombes
sons of the Buddha
a sea of
saffron robes
rising against
crashing waves of bullets -
- Crimson Lotus Blossoms -
by gordon
coombes
My Buddhist friend
whom I call the Ancient Sage
says we are all in the middle of a storm
keep
your composure
keep your seat
keep your mind focused
the lotus blossom opens
its delicate
leaves
it captures moonlight
it captures a sweet breeze
it captures the shimmering crimson drops
of
the sons of the Buddha -
- The Blank Slate -
August 10, 2007
By
gordon coombes
So there seemed little hope
'til I found an empty page
pure
& virginal
upon which to write
a blank slate waiting for inspiration
for strange
flights of the imagination
finding an empty canvass waiting
for invisible brush strokes shading
light
& dark colors & shadows
mysterious spaces left untouched
finding the perfect stone revealing
an
object of desire
hidden within
melancholy trees birds taking wing
faces of pain &
joy
beauty bursting through the uncarved stone
in the eye of the humbled artificer
words
forced to take shape
as the poet's dreams will allow -
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