Mar 26, 2021

the echo of the hawk cry

Hanshan on Cold Mountain. Meditation, poems, and laughter. The winter wind on the surface of the frozen snow.

-jobe


I am searching my brain; is there anything that I forgot to tell you? Did I tell you about the sunlight reflected in the morning dew? Did I tell you of the echo of the hawk cry in the granite canyon? Even now the clock is ticking.

-jobe



Edgar Degas

SAYING FAREWELL TO THE WESTERN BLACK RHINO

-for Walter Pavlich-

They were horned and rather near-sighted,

I have relatives like that.

Indeed, if one looks at just the skull,

There is a human quality there.

The Western Black Rhino,

Extinct.

Birds had warned them when danger approached,

But in the end the dangers outnumbered the birds.

What can you do?

I wonder now if got it lonely toward the end,

With the last of the great animals wandering about,

Seeking out their kinfolk,

Just wanting to see a friendly face.

And then the final one,

The last Western Black Rhino,

Perhaps knowing the poachers were out there,

A bird screeching at the sound of human footsteps,

And the last beautiful creature just waiting,

Not even caring anymore,

Preferring death to the endless loneliness.

-jobe


True happiness is based on peace. 

-Thích Nhất Hạnh


Avoid the world, it's just a lot of dust and drag and means nothing in the end.

-Jack Kerouac


Renew thyself completely each day; do it again, and again, and forever again. 

-Zen Proverb


There ain't no sin and there ain't no virtue. There's just stuff people do. 

―John Steinbeck


LINKS-

Ren Powell

Bait the Lines

Hardcore Zen

haiku eye

The Urban Mermaid

HOOT, a monthly literary magazine on a postcard

The Slowdown

clay and branches

THOTPURGE

Summer's End

Medusa's Kitchen

The Middlewesterner

The Morning Porch/Patio

VIA NEGATIVA, purveyors of fine poetry since 2003

thanks/jobe



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