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Haiku 04/20/2014

Yesterday, the grass was cut.

In two days, cut grass. 

Bodhi lawn mower. 

(Haiku 4/17/14)

Barren winter land

Held by sun and moon.

The phoenix always rises. 

We have nothing but our lives here and now as we live them from moment to moment. The past as an actuality is gone, and exists, if at all, only as memory and condition. The future does not exist at all, except as potentiality and possibility. There is no other, better place to be than where we are right now. If this place and situation are vexing to the spirit, the problem is within ourselves, not inherent in the place or situation.

~ Dogen, “The Importance of Faith”
from How to Raise an Ox

How to Raise an Ox cover photo

(Haiku 4/15/14)

In an empty bar,

He boasts loudly,

Conditioned to prove his worth.

I had a feeling that all over American such stupid arguments were taking place on street corners and in bars and restaurants. All over America, people were pulling credentials out of their pockets and sticking them under someone else’s nose to prove they had been somewhere or done something. And I thought someday everyone in America will suddenly jump up and say, “I don’t take any shit!” and start pushing and cursing and clawing at the man next to him.

~Jack Kerouac and William Burroughs
And The Hippos Were Boiled In Their Tanks

Jack Kerouac and Williams BurroughsJack Kerouac & William Burroughs, And The Hippos Were Boiled In Their Tanks

Waking Up (Nobody’s Dream: 1.1)

He woke up in a cold sweat as the sunlight poured in through the open window. There was the sound of birds chirping and cars starting with engines revving. The people around him in houses similar were waking up to wash their bodies and put on their clothes and drank their coffee and climb into their cars to drive on into another day of office chairs and desks and papers and files. 

He sighed a deep sigh and rolled out of bed.

He always wanted an everyday life. He had been preparing for it from the time that he was born, doing the things that were expected of the children of his town. He studied. He played sports. He had friends. He went to college. He took out loans. Had a career track. He got a job. Met a girl. Bought a home. Had dogs. A white picket fence. He bought his clothes at the mall. Fashionable. From the fashionable professional clothing store. He jogged. He looked the part he was expected to play. And he looked good.   

Time passed. He worked for deadlines. Met his commitments. Paid his bills. Loans. Credit cards. Car payments. Mortgage. He was defined by his accomplishments. Accomplishments that to him had always felt  empty for as long as he could remember.

He was stuck. 

He knew it. The world turned as he spun in circles. 

That day was the day. For whatever reason, that morning was the moment when something breaks that can’t be fixed. As he rolled out of bed he looked casually at the clock: 8:00 am. He was already late, for the first time. Another hour would not change that. He wondered about the faces of the people at his office as they were unlocking doors and sitting in chairs and turning on computers and filling mugs with shitty coffee and non-dairy powdered creamer and lining up outside his door and sending him emails and meeting requests and papers to be filed into appropriate folders in appropriate cabinets. 

What would happen if he didn’t show up? What if he quit? If he stopped spinning in circles?

Would everything fall apart?

Did Putin just out West the West?

J Utah

To Task - (Haiku)

Be mindful in work.

Over twenty-four thousand

Opportunities.

Spring Garden - (Haiku)

Yes, now, be stalwart. 

Plan your garden. Plant your seeds. 

Let life astound you. 

March brings great expectations. How quickly we forget the chill of winter.

J. Utah Taylor

Spring Approaching - (Haiku)

Daylight savings time.

The sunrise is within reach.

Beauty abounding.

Cubicle Observances - (Haiku)

There is a window

Overlooking a green square

That remains untrod. 

Nothing - (Poem)

What is left when you are always right? 

Two Simple Observances For Daily Practice - (Haiku)

Share a laugh or smile. 

When faced with a decision,

Choose with compassion. 

The First Noble Truth - (Haiku)

How long until spring?

Or the last morning?

Time is always counting down.