by phillipw | Oct 10, 2019 | RE
Emotionless Truth, Emotional Truth I tweak the Buddha’s nose. He doesn’t seem To care because of meditation or Of stone. The universe is merely dream To him and marble. There isn’t pain for Gautama. Curls like ice cream extruded About his scalp have...
by phillipw | Oct 8, 2019 | DA, DR, MA, RE
I Wake and Find my Life Was Dreaming My dreaming makes reality unreal— The dreaming makes my daily life more dream Than actuality. Then daydreams feel More vibrant than my life and make it seem A vanishing mirage, pastel and pale, Like watercolors spread...
by phillipw | Oct 3, 2019 | FR, RE, SA
Brother Shun Who got St. Francis of Assisi’s clothes, Those ones he shed in nakedness before The bishop? How could anyone dispose Of solemn beauty in that scene? Who wore Them after that self-abnegation made Of silklessness and stripped down young male skin And...
by phillipw | Oct 2, 2019 | AN, RE, SP
Love Stripped Naked and Transcending Guatama leaves his palace and wanders From his wealth across the plains, sits beneath A tree in calmness made of mind, ponders The cosmos, blasting pleasures, lasting pains, And settles on the center of a flower. It grows...
by phillipw | Sep 16, 2019 | RE
Christians and Muslims in Britain The rain pours down upon another May. We joke about it here in London. Tom, Dick and Harry cast eyes about the grey Streets, past the asphalt, looking for the bomb Some Islamist is carrying on his back, Or Irish Protestant fanatic...
by phillipw | Aug 21, 2019 | RE
Who cares about regret? Who cares about regret? It’s as useless As boys with beautiful eyes on a beach For lesbians with dangling tits, juiceless Twats, et cetera, who don’t want to reach To touch a passing bulge. Who cares about Regret? Just what does...
