Bundled Up, Volume 7. Quintain Poems by Michael P. Garofalo. Cinquains, Pentastichs, Tankas, Wakas, Epigrams, Delight, Strangeness, Things, and Onions.

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3506.

Pulling Onions

The Onion of Being
Never stops growing
Layering layers over layers---
Giving us one peel a day
On our life's way

Pulling Onions

3507.

We made sex so fun
Fucking outdoors in the sun
A blanket for a bed on the ground
Nobody else ever around---
Oh, to be twenty-one again. So Fun!

Doggerel Verses

3508.
Waiting to be Opened

     book unopened
          hidden potential
covered insights
closed ideas
     Waiting...

Poetry Research

3509.

Final days...
eighty years of age:
stronger legs
better balance
walking strong

3510.

"The angels coming down the aisles
have their wings on backwards
They are not wings for flying
but gossamer illusions
making these airline ladies

the ministers of my madness
even though each one wears
the same airline uniforms
with a spare set of wings on lapels
each is also my ministering angel..."

- Lawrence Ferlinghetti, Ascending Over Ohio

3511.

Reality is me immersed in Reality.
Can't divest my Inter-Being
As is directly manifested in time for me.
A wondrous amalgamation of destiny.
Can't explain --- Just Let It Be.

3512.

I was captured by Aliens on Tuesday.
Returned back home on Friday.
I don't remember anything in-between.
So I can't say anything to give a report.
So, I'll make a story up to entertain.

3513.

One day is like any other day.
Time is a child playing dice.
Into the same rivers we step
and do not step; we are and are not.
By changing, it rests.

- Heraclitus, Fragments: 79, 81, 83, 120.

- A. C. Kirk, Heraclitus: The Cosmic Fragments

3514.

In a circle
the beginning and end
nestle in a common circumference point
encircling an imaginary center point---
the unbroken circle is a singing point.

3515.

"Couples are wholes
and not wholes;
What agrees disagrees.
The concordant is the discordant
From all things one, and from on all things."

- Heraclitus, Fragments: LIX

3516.

Midnight at Huntington Beach

Fully self-sufficient entities
Like the fading moon over silvery seas;
Still can make the worldly resonate
And manifest beings gyrate
Like grunions flopping in the midnight sand.

Grunion Run into Huntington Beach

3517.

Logical analysis and systematic visions
Dominate our scientific sense of precision
Objective, observable, repeatable deeds
Lead us down narrow Knowing Streets;
This limits the scope of philosophy, artistically.

LP #31

3518.

she called me
yesterday
offering
something new
in foreplay

3519.

Can't take yellow out of daffodils,
or softness out of sponges,
or hardness out of granite stones,
or sound out of clinking wind chimes
or a person gathering memories this time.

3520.

He warned me of my becoming "off course."
But of course, he's right in a way.
But a new course, less traveled as some say,
Might be a better course, a better recourse,
to finding new resources, of course.

3521.

"Cicada!
Not your doing
But day darkens...

The spring sea swells and falls, and swells---
Until the bell of tardy evening knells."

- Fabian Bowers and Shigeru Nishimura

3522.

"Don't be so emotional.
Be more neutral, not just personal.
Have a scientific perspective-less perspective."
She advised me to try.
Sure, just a little, occasionally, sometimes, alright?

(LP#35)

3523.

picked cherry tomatoes
from a vine in a pot
little gems of succulent
some sweet some tart
made our salad spark

3524.

winter
morning
frozen
streets
lovely

3525.

"The world is a beautiful place
to be born into
if you don't mind happiness
not always being
so very much fun
if you don't mind a touch of hell
now and then
just when everything is fine
because even in heaven
they don't sing
all the time."

- Lawrence Ferlinghetti, The World Is a Beautiful Place

3526.

The olive groves
eternally dark green leaved
miles of dark rows
fruit still green
hot Corning Spring

Corning, California

Olive Industry

3527.

tumbleweed
thistles
dry weeds
eucalyptus trees
Walmart trucks

Red Bluff, California

3528.

My experiences at times
have not damaged or broken me;
     but, indeed,
     have bent and twisted
          my identity.

3529.

The food was great
we drank more wine,
talked to midnight,
laughing a lot---
kissed in the park

3530.

the dog squatted
peed in a puddle
looked around
shook of raindrops
ran in the house

3531.

"passing through the world
indeed this is just
a shelter from the shower---
everything disappearing from my aged heart
leaving not a trace."

- William J. Higginson

Radical Right Wing Groups

3532.

"The polyglot sea
ah the polyglot sea . . .
sybils' syllables --- fellaheen dialects
all run together
everywhere re-echoing . . .
The wild wave

the broken waters
chittering waters of . . .
rivering waters of . . .
hither-and thithering waters of . . .
battering the shores

the far islands
Isolated languages
stand up to it
for a moment only
or a century.

- Lawrence Ferlinghetti, Baja Beatitudes

3533.

Momentary mind is the Way.
A finger raised, walls, tiles, pebbles...
The metaphors of Prajna
A string of pearls
A sincere bow, a second's delay.

Master Dogen, Ungraspable Mind

3534.

Saying somethings
Guest and Host
me and Nature
closer than close...
interlaced incarnations

3535.

Even if almond's bloom
and bears awaken soon
and snakes unstiff in warming rock holes,
and people laugh in the afternoons---
setting aside our suffering and gloom.

3536.

We ourselves immersed in the Facts
Working our way from first to last,
Living each day, not our last...
Surviving here and there, in somewhere cast,
No choice in our decades, and our spatial trap.

Martin Heidegger

3537.

"With no language but a trace
just a beating in the skies
so the future verse will rise
from its precious dwelling-place
thus the herald its wing low

this fan if it has become
that by which behind you some
looking-glass has shed its glow
limpidly (where grain by grain
some specks of invisible

scattered dusk will surely fall
which is all that gives me pain)
like this may it always stand
in you never-idle hand."

- Stéphane Mallarmé, Fan

3538.

Wittgenstein was skillful
While dissecting with a Verbal Scalpel;
While I just fiddled around
with a garden trowel
planting corms of crocus flowers.

3539.

a dozen cucumbers
yellow-gold round
born by the mind
of the healthy vine
crawling around in summertime

3540.

The cherry blooms fall:
robins have two legs,
dogs have four legs,
centipedes have 30 to 382 legs,
a city has a million legs.

3541.

boot prints in the soft snow
mark the walker's road
signaling his intentions
as up to town he goes---
traces of existence known

3542.

cherry tree blossoms
harbingers of early Spring
announcing April---
showing colorful uniforms
all marching in time

3543.

Look at this! and That!
I'm speechless otherwise.

Looking at Mt. Ranier
from Naches Peak trailside.
Oh! Oh! What a range of Ice.

Mt. Ranier, Washington

Naches Peak Viewpoint

3544.

books
read
said
know
me

3545.

sundown
Yachat's seaside town
tourists lounging all around
bathed in the glow of the sun's final show
winding down

Yachats, Oregon

3546.

The Hecate Head lighthouse light spinning bright
The Yachats surf roars all night,
The Mexican restaurant is open tonight
The Styx-Stones-n'Bones store was open today.
Bought a white crystal for a Druid's play.

Druid Practices

Magic Stones

Styx, Stones, n'Bones, Yachats, Oregon

3547.

A friend told me
there are experts on my poetry,
who can analyze my work thoroughly---
Their names? Gemini AI,
Co-Pilot AI, and Chat GPT.

3548.

"Drunk, forgetting the horrible Last Rite,
the clock, the cough, bedrest prescribed, weak teas,
he lives; when dusk bleeds in the tiles, he sees
on the distant horizon gorged with light

some golden galleys beautiful as swans
sleeping of streams of purple redolence
rock their rich fulvid flashing echelons,
in memory-laden vast indifference."

- Stéphane Mallarmé, Poetical Works

3549.

laughing till I cried
the old comedian stitched our sides
tickled her way into our minds
claimed her irony won first prize
cut our enemies down to size

3550.

chocolate candy
consumed casually
causing caloric
benefits being born before
my marvelous managed mind

3551.

Like most
I was a horny lad
Hungry for Love—
Expanding Lust
Leafing Trees

3552.

pretty lady
     lovely baby
          proud dad
friends glad
     pleased granddad

3553.

We amuse ourselves
playing oddball ways
having some fun every day
Moving to the newest dance craze...
Loving just being ourselves, OK?

3554.

The beautiful Kwan Yin statue
on my computer desktop
Is covered in gray dust; but,
the Dharma love
Is Not.

Guanyin, Kwan Yin

3555.

"I dream in arcane blue
as stars begin to shine,
in sleep, I feel your love
as heart entwines with grace,
I touch the night above"

- Jem Farmer, Arcane Blue

3556.

All's fair in war, not love.
Reject the gun, love the dove.
Plant a garden, stay at home.
Write a protest letter, read a tome.
Sing a song. Take a walk. Resume.

3557.

"What do love and hate matter
when I am here alone,
listening to the sound
of the rain
late this autumn evening."

- Zen Master Dogen

Meditation

3558.

Surely Thriving

Ah, to dwell in transcendence
beyond the crisis of the first kiss
inside of momentary bliss;
our Love was slow to thrive
yet surpassed our ordinary lives.

3559.

wood chairs hug the table
never choosing to move
content with calm motionlessness,
always still in simple pure Satori---
Unsuffering, even with a repaired broken leg.

Satori

Things and Time

Reism

3560.

Despite the gardeners
best intentions...
Nature will improvise.
Controlling time,
Fails oftentimes.

3561.

The truth
beyond words
beyond silence
inside time---
her grin

3562.

"Waking up this morning, I smile,
Twenty four brand new hours are before me
I vow to live fully in each moment
and to look at all beings with eyes of compassion."

Thich Nhat Hanh, Earth Prayers

3563.

walking dawns
wet street songs
no one round
singing dogs---
Lost in Thought!

3564.

we ourselves
you yourself
me myself---
and Why?
Time depends on Us Alive!

3565.

"he
his puerile shadow
caressed and polished and restored and washed
softened by the waves and set free
from the hard bones lost amid the timbers
born
from a folic
the sea attempting via the old man
or the latter versus the sea
an idle chance..."

- Stéphane Mallarmé, Any Time

3566.

A stone sits in the sun.
We both seemed so very still.
As we fly and spin on Mother Earth---
Stillness is but a name
For a quiet effortless memory of Place.

A robin rest in motionless shade.
A clarion rings, then rests quietly for an hour.
The Kool-Aide bus is covered in unmoving moss.
The day melts silently soft.

3567.

Thirsty Fiddle Leaf Ficus

Wilting indoor Ficus plant
big broad leaves flopping down
telling me it's time to water
it aquamarine green glazed pot---
unspoken needs to satisfy.

3568.

The printed word is visual thing,
The spoken word is a aural thing,
The remembered meaning of a word
Is something, but not a thing.
Thingness is the strangest thing.

3569.

My piety of though can be
a gentle engaged questioning of
my path, our path--- for a lifetime.

That which is worthy of questioning
is an inexhaustible unreeling presence.

An there are no final, determinate,
of complete answers forthcoming.

3570.

My mother's tongue,
English from Akron, Ohio.
My father's tongues,
English, Italian, and Spanish from ELA.
Our tongues,
English and Spanish from ELA.

My tongue,
English from East Los Angeles.
I only write, read and speak
my Mother's Tongue.

East Los Angeles, California ELA

City of Commerce, CA (Bandini and Rosewood) ELA
I worked at the City of Commerce libraries from 1963-1969.

Bell Gardens, CA

I grew up in the Bandini Barrio of ELA from 1946-1965
We lived in Bell Gardens from 1974-1985.
I worked at many ELA County libraries from 1974-1983.
Mostly serving lower middle-class neighborhoods and poor people.

These Places were my intellectual equator, where my
language and thoughts were born, where my destiny began.

3571.

The dive, the catch,
The taste of a rabbit's breast.
The eagle's bloody happiness.

Only a single rabbit's foot was left.
Always a bad luck omen at best.

3572.

This Is to Be My Symphony

"To live content with small means,
to seek elegance rather than luxury,
and refinement rather than fashion,
to be worthy, not respectable, and wealthy, not rich,
to study hard, think quietly, talk gently, act frankly,

to listen to stars and birds, babes and sages, with open heart
to bear all cheerfully
do all bravely,
await occasions,
hurry never---

in a word, to let the spiritual unbidden and unconsciousness,
grow up through the common
This is to be my symphony."

- William Ellery Channing, My Symphony

3573.

A rose is not at times a rose.
A stock metaphor,
A symbol of love,
An analogy...
Her rosy red hair was lovely.

3574.

"Down falls
the quill
a rhythmic suspension of disaster
to bury itself
in the primordial spray
whose frenzy formerly leapt from there to a peak
that is blasted
in the constant neutrality of the abyss."

- Stéphane Mallarmé, Never Will Abolish

3575.

calling me
my destiny
should I listen; or,
talk myself
a way out

3576.

smirking MAGA
racist punk
breaks into a rant
yells obscenities
deserves a slap

3577.

"Twilight is the time for sharing---and a
time for remembering---remembering the things of
beauty wasted by our careless hands--our frequent
disregard of other living things---the many songs,
unheard because we would not listen---

Listen tonight with all the
wisdom of your spirit--listen too with
all the compassion of your heart---
lest there come another night---
when there is only silence---

A great
and
total
silence---"

Winston Abbot, Blessed Be the Night, Earth Prayers

3578.

aching legs
stiff hips
bruised forearms
sore hands...
fixing broken fences

3579.

Grasping the 'One True God"
intellectually, spiritually, in hand
was not for me.
I preferred many goddesses and gods
to satisfy my mythical curiosity.

3580.

dreary riverbank days
and the long nights of January
kept most folks away

leaving me in melancholy solitude
sharing the Gorge winds today.

Columbia River

Columbia River Gorge

Skamania County, Washington

Hood River, Oregon

3581.

"The fawn speaks:
I'd love to make them linger on, those nymphs.
So fair,
their frail incarnate, that it flutters in the air
drowsy with tousled slumbers.
Did I love a dream?"

- Stéphane Mallarmé, A Fawn in the Afternoon

3582.

"Fill my heart with these three words:
I just called to say I love you
I just called to say I how much I care
I just called to say I love you
And I mean it from the bottom of my heart."

Stevie Wonder, song I Just Called to Say I Love You

3583.

"I believe the earth
exists, and
in each minim mote
of its dust the holy
glow of thy candle."

- Denise Levertov

3584.

something said about my dog

Many themes of poetry
concern mundane trivialities...
like love, family, gods, birds and bees;
dogs, gardens, sex, loss, mulberry trees;
but, how they say it - that's the squeeze.

3585.

"Look at Your Full Plate:
In this food,
I see clearly the presence
of the entire universe
supporting my existence."

Thich Nhat Hanh, The Daily Round, Earth Prayers

3586.

Use the Internet and AI as little as possible
Or you will become crazy.
Loose hours of sleep and wasted time,
And gradually become addicted
And lie. What? A cellphone?

3587.

stubborn stupidity---his way.
for decades
refused to change
underachiever day after day
until his lonely final days.

3588.

Hiding in their cruel cults
American Fascists plot their rise,
Sieg Heil to their racist pride;
Pretending their white Gott Mis Uns.

Love their Hate; Hate is their Pride.

Ku Klux Clan in America

Nazi Salute

3589.

Shouting softly into a megaphone of rice
Some brilliant Esperanto insightful
Sloppy advice for Mr. Nobody's pet mice.

And Paul Celan swam in the empty pool
Back-stroking into a psychiatric deluded drool.

Paul Celan (1920-1970)

3590.

He talked and blew words, loosely unglued,
Something stranger--- birds in a rubber aquarium.

Saw a shining sport's car, alligator skin shoes,
Empty Yuppie yachts, flimsy flip-flops,
A foursome floundering --- and one with a gun.

Slouching Into Incoherence

3591.

Time after time it began again
our faith tested by holy hooligans:
thinking their shit smells the best,
waving a flag of their arrogance,
sinking ideas in a sand-pit of stupidity.

3592.

"A flickering flame, on the wall
The sound of a, coyotes call
The desert winds, singing at night
Sandstorms dancing, in the moonlight
Embracing lovers, to befall"

- Pat Bibbs

3593.

"We just don't know
you know.
We just don't know
what
counts"

- Paul Celan, Zurich Hotel

3594.

gathered my gear
put on my coat
centered my cap
picked up my cane---
before the rain came

3595.

"I wanna ooze yer toothsome goth sex forever
'Cause my onscreen oral scene with Zora just went nowhere.
And human sex trafficking just takes the piss out of daywear.
And a haute-crunchy supermarket chain will just keep identifyin'
with the professor."

- Sharon Mesmer,
I Don't Wanna Lose Yer Wholesome Love Fest Forever

3596.

Reminding Me

the tiny sparrow
reminding me
our destinies
are intertwined
essentially, meaningfully, existentially.

3597.

"In the mute roar of autumn, in the shrill
treble of the aspens, the basso of the holm-oaks,
in the silvery wandering aria of the Schuylkill,
the poplars choiring with a quillon strokes,
fine love for what is not your land."

- Derek Walcott, Pastoral

3598.

The burden of our burdens
Carried awkwardly in our minds
Between there and there, here and there,
Hidden, open, closed, redefined
Dead weights of consciousness misaligned.

3599.

She laughed, seals grunted,
seals sang, cows shouted,
squirrels quoted, Paul Celan cited
(in German), dogs barked brazenly;
Down the rabbit hole, how weird.

3600.

february BURrrrrrrrrr

a stillness
     a hardness
          a bleakness
               a shiver—
a reminder of winter

3601.

How much time do I have left?
Is it a little, or is it a lot?
Are you counting by the official's clock.
I'm anxious as a tumbling rock
As nervous as ships rocking in docks.

Time - Quotations

3602.

My sense of time. It's slick.
My vision of time. Birds fly.
My telling of time. Wrist watch.
My edge of time. Age = 80.
My poem about time. Tick-Tock Tractatus

Tick-Tock Tractatus

3603.

The obvious was stranger than glue
stuck on my tongue like peanut butter,
spread on my ears till I could not hear,
stuck in lines at the airport zoo.
Obviously, hardly anything smells new.

Slouching Towards Incoherence

3604.

Ten times I flew into LAX
Over the dry Hollywood Hills;
Pondering people, none that I knew,
Shuffling shoes the only news.
Anxious to land properly.

Los Angeles International Airport LAX

3605.

"A strange lostness was
palpably present,
you could
almost have
lived."

- Paul Celan, Mute Autumn Odors

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Post Traumatic Stress Disorder PTSD

3606.

Silence roamed the faceless streets:
Feeling a homeless beggar's despair,
Seeing a Veteran shuddering from PTSD,
Hearing a schizophrenic talking with his invisible feet.
Watching drunks stumbling home dizzily.

Schizophrenia

Homelessness in America

3607.

Humans Made of Beans

Yes, I am a thing:
mostly made of water moving,
calcium essents keeping my bones in place,
a bloody mass of nerves for a brain.
Beyond all these --- a human being.

Essents: rocks, trees, apples, canes, calcium, water

3608.

she so slowly
seeking safely
sauntering
sans stumbling---
walking with a walker

3609.

Purple-Lavender
Wisteria blooms
hanging outside my room---
a springtime delicacy,
one of our squirrels sources of food.

3610.

The fat man, striding fast,
passed me twice
on the YMCA indoor track.
He had the power and the knack, and
his T shirt advertised Christ.

3611.

The Tick-Tock Tractatus
Speaking of Time: The Poetic Investigations
By Michael P. Garofalo

3612.

An afghan my mother knitted
covered my cold knees;
a clever mixture of green, blue, brown
muted intermixed colors all warming me---
forty years of comforting.

3613.

Listen to the silence
it says nothing,
not a peep of words,
no vocabulary to intervene---
silence, finally, wordless Being.

3614.

At the beginning	After the end
Before the end	Before the beginning
Caught in the middle	Condensed Instantly
Divided in between	Discovering emptiness
Everything downs	Endlessness ripped

For the Record	From that day
Giving it away	Gaining something
Happy I'd say	Hands on tight
Inner work done	Innocent delights
Just keeping on	Joining others now

Kicked out hate	Kissed my mate
L	L
M	M
N	N
O	O

P	P
Q	Q
R	R
S	S
T	T

U	U
V	V
With a Changing Key	Wechselndem Schlüssel
X	X
Y	Y

Z	Z

- Paul Celan, Index of Titles A-Z

3615.

3616.

"I am that which I am" and
I am that, in some ways, what I am now,
Partly what I was just yesterday, and
Likely what, in many ways, what I will later become.
I am many states of things in time.

[Sort of like divine: spanning a long long time,
but not dream time.]

Theology of God Being

Tautologies

Not being a divine being,
I'm sort of out of my league.
But I still play first base in loosing games.

When my earthly mind thinks
about the Divine, by which,
I, via my auto-habit-mind,
Automatically ASSUME
that the Divine Homeland MEANS

to live in a somber spiritual sacred
supernatural stupendous superlative
sovereign, supposedly: quasi-eternal,
Special, Sublime, So and So Land.

Again, out of my league.
Let's Play Here, Game On!! Let's Dance...

Get Down On It, song by Kool and the Gang

3617.

3618.

"In wood where many rivers run
among the unbent hills
and fields of our childhood
where ricks and rainbows mix in memory
although our 'fields' were streets

I see again thos myriad mornings rise
when every living thing
cast its shadow in eternity
and all day long the light
like early morning..."

- Lawrence Ferlinghetti, In Wood Where Many Rivers Run

3619.

3620.

Sharp sunlight
blinded my soft eyes;
sunglasses
put on quickly then
glare gone fast.

3621.

tankas
concise
precise
insights
delights

Quintain Research: The Monterey Quintet

3622.

heartedly
he laughed gustily
till he cried
sipped another beer
shed his lies

3623.

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3637.

3638.

3639.

3640.

3641.

3642.

3643.

3644.

3645.

3646.

3647.

3648.

3649.

Monterey Quintets

Monterey Quintet: 5/7/5/7/7 Syllable Studies:
BU 3650-3689

3650.

Walked down to the store
my big dog wanted to walk more
yanked hard on my arm
sat still outside the store door---
we took the long way back home.

3651.

              Asked him for info
       about the poetry class
Zooming in at noon---
       I'd miss my Tai Chi class.
              Movement or ideas? Choose.

Tai Chi Chuan

3652.

she cried and she cried
hurting painfully inside
       the cancer nurse came
       with drugs for her awful pain
              and sympathy for her soul

3653.

Pink Lilacs Perfume
sweetened my bitter black mood
infused my spirits
floated away fading gloom...

Springtime arrived just in time.

3654.

       I was so lucky
       working in a library
              helping children read.
But very tired shelving
at the age of seventy.

3655.

       Removing some weeds
picking up some pinecone seeds
       clipping some bonsai trees
       sweeping the porch till its clean...
sitting then---        smelling jasmine.

3656.

              A single tulip
rising in a speck of space
surrounded by weeds
       a red being of beauty
       destined for my stone black vase.

3657.

A drunken wild man
threatening the children then
cussing and pushing;
children running so afraid---
I punched his gut hard today.

3658.

Rain spattered porch swing
moving in a changing dream
gray clouds flew through me
broken branches fell on me.
Suddenly woke up amazed!

3659.

Her umbrella broke.
Busted open by storm winds,
twisted snapped ribs,
ripped open red canopy.
Her clothes were wet to the bone.

3660.

Time slipped through her mind,
patches of her past fell off,
bits of time went blind,
she could not remember names.
Old age crumbled her tired brain.

3661.

April rain, it came,
drizzling down the window pane,
bouncing off porch chairs.
Unfortunately, for me,
I left a book on the chair.

3662.

Halloween night came,
children gathered for the game.
This year, snow and ice,
slowed their walking in the night.
Trick or Treating was a bust.

Quintain Research: The Monterey Quintet

3663.

Here is my method:
poetically inductive,
not a logic proof,
lyrical examples here,
not one case to make a case.

Giving instances,
examples that illustrate,
metaphors that play,
quintains that articulate,
showing time in different ways.

Like a choral group's
song in decent harmony,
and resonating,
these poems jog memories.
Pointing to Time's complexity.

Tick-Tock Tractatus

Lyric Logic: How Modern American Poetry Reasons.

Garofalo Quintet: 5/7/5/7/7 Form

Inductive Reasoning

Induction

3664.

On my walk today
       ice cold rain kissed tulips,
              my stiff lips shivered,
       tiny hail bits peppered me...
feeling and seeing are me.

3665.

Comforting her son
after a bully beat him up;
ice packed his bruises.
Not hopeless, he planned revenge;
began class in Taekwondo.

Tai Chi Chuan

Taekwondo

3666.

I handed the bum
twenty bucks for better luck.
"God bless" said the bum.
Blessings are OK by me;
Hopefully, God's not busy.

3667.

My body is sore
from weightlifting even more
at YMCA
for five days every week---
knowing what I'm working for...

3668.

This shimmering sea
horizons of aquamarine
white streaks of waves
crashing on seashore sands---
my binoculars on birds.

3669.

Slowing showing my
body's eighty years of age:
lacking balance more,
strength and endurance lost...
confidence is fading fast.

3670.

Very tired now,
the orange sun went down,
a mood of dusk settled in,
The birds stopped singing suddenly;
I stopped reading, too fatigued.

3671.

Looking to Antiquity

Proceeding upstream
From here-now to way back when
Looking for causes
Tracking etymologies
Answering authentically.

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3674.

3675.

Monterey Quintets

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3677.

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Quintain Research: The Monterey Quintet

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Monterey Quintets

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3682.

3683.

3684.

3685.

Monterey Quintets

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3687.

3688.

3689.

Time Came By

Listen to footsteps
Time walking the hallway floor
Time looking for me
Time knocked on my office door
I did not open the door

End of Monterey Quintets

3690.

random thoughts
bounced in my brain
tripping me
sabotaged my sleep
coffee-hyped up mind awake

3691.

tired of partisan political talk
tired of sports on TV
tired of ad everywhere selling stuff
tired of people being animals---
solitude is best for me

3692.

Easter day
girl in a pink dress
holding her mother's hand...
April and Easter
hand in hand.

3693.

What's the Rush

driver sped faster
changing lanes rapidly
carelessly passing every car
speeding past the limits on speed---
Sirens Sound, deadly chase begins.

3694.

Are only THINGS
Reality?
Undergoing
Timely changes
For us to see.

TTT 14.4.3.1

Reism

Nominalism

3695.

Don't get too emotional,
keep to the Middle Way.
Excess breeds Excess!
Stay Level-Headed!
Enjoy emotions every day.

The Middle Way

Moderation

3696.

Finite beings are Being!
The Many within The Now are One.
Apples and pears are Fruit to eat,
Sun and stars are Nuclear,
Words and Logos are unified.

3697.

Thaumazien

The radical astonishment
At what now Is
In the open clearing of givenness
Present in changing totalities
Real things in the sunshine of life.

3698.

Did he find a Path
Through the thick Forest of Words
Past the copse of poetry
Into the paths of meaning.
The questions are the Path.

3699.

Cold hard facts are frozen
then thawed out for utility
then cooked up for clarity;
seved up before a dozen jurors
who must debate/decide about fictions and fasts.

3700.

Fates on the Run

The Fates changed trucks in Crescent City
Carried their Precious to Yachat's gritty
Guarded the Sacred with scabbard knives.
They ran, those Fates, chased by destinies,
Fearing free will, trapped by realities.

3701.

Seeing One's Nature

"Illuminate the heart-mind {Hsing}
and see one's nature;
see one's nature
and become ?at some time?
Buddha."

I saw my nature at one time
After that over a very long time
I saw my future outline !defined!
I saw my neighbors' natures
They saw my nature as their neighbors.

Seeing one's nature must be hard..
Or, like with Taijiquan, ! Easy Does It !
Is better than hard. "Slower Baby"

!! tough, strong, flexible, balanced !!
? Thigh Chi ?

?? My teenage nature, or your 80 aged nature ??
If you lived both in 80 Earth Year's Time?
? Do I have to Choose ? !Both!
Do we have the same nature all of the time,
evolving, dissolving, replicating, being.

Taijiquan

Qigong: Chinese Yoga

A Gardener's Sutra on Time

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"I know that I don't dream
'Life
dreams me'
it is life that dreams around me
the leaves breathe
the hills
breathe
There is a willow aflame
with sun."

- Lawrence Ferlinghetti, Suenö Real, #9

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3722.

The Areness of Quidity

Was the topic
the being of Being, or
the Being of beings?
Or, the time of Time, or
the Time of times?

Time-Being intertwined
The timing of Time conceptualized
The Being of beings in lives alive
the times of our lives where in Being thrives
beings here and now realized.

The theology of the Being of beings
Is muddled, strange, a thicket of thoughts;
impenetrable, trivial, clunky, or false.
The philosophy of the being of Beings,
Likewise, needs a whole new language game.

That subtle isness and whatness
That deep Quidity of a real being,
A unique presence revealed to me,
Slowly over long periods of time,
Areness implicit in changing scenes.

TTT 14.4.2.1

Martin Heidegger

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"What could she say to the fantastic follybear
and what could she say to brother
and what could she say
to the cat with future feet
and what could she say to mother."

- Lawrence Ferlinghetti, What Could She Say

3780.

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changing opportunities

in every moment
today is created anew—
          pristine possibilities
     changing opportunities
          depending on you

How to Live a Good Life

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"Sometimes
I go about pitying myself
While I am carried by
The wind
Across the sky."

Chippewa Song, Earth Prayers

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