Thursday, October 02, 2008

Dukkha

the blank white page staring
white snow, a single calligraphic treebranch
between      space between      space

into the gap
stepping
mind

white light empty
sorrow's feathers from a blank sky
circling      glacial      disappearance

boiling water into
the white tea cup
in the dark



where the cloud moves
out of the space between jagged
mountain peaks, revealing cirque canyon

grey buffalo bull
head down bulldozing snowpack
high basin blizzard

space between stars
should be radiant, light-filled
white out, not dark

all this noise
fireworks over the ball game
to drive away silence

afraid of nothing
chattering to paper over
any gaps in the mirror



rainsong of emptiness
on white room windows
tick and spatter shouts void

falling into stucco ceiling
fan circling as if it mattered
sphere into stone into mist

the mercy seat's
relief and release, a pill
against misery

threshold      step      stair
up trail to white light
breaking up aspen



and stones wheel above the plain
lifted by the constant wind
becoming galaxy stars

and sink into earth's roots
suspended above bottomless spring
floating on black-green light

and process of elevation
white walls filled with spiders and art
fireplace hissing, living wood snake

into every out of nought
chasing blank white shroud of void
white candles shuffle, a spread of emptiness

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2 Comments:

Blogger Dave King said...

I think it quite appropriate - and very rewarding, too. Thanks for the link.

8:47 AM  
Blogger Art Durkee said...

Thanks, Dave. Much appreciated.

10:17 AM  

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