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In This Time of Iron by pd lyons


 

the wise

trusting themselves

work only on ways

to maintain

integrity

The Lover Of Wisdom, by pd lyons – the 4.5.11. version


 

 

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The Lover Of Wisdom

 

He helped in the kitchen

while she was away.

   One night he was worried about the wine

her father noticed, told him

not to worry

they said it was the best place they’d been to

that they were glad to be here.

besides it was the second bottle they’d ordered.

It was then he grabbed her father’s hand, said

Are you my friend? Are you!

The towering man with black mustache

in a well-worn greasy apron said

Always. I am your friend always!

   It was evening when she came back.

He was sorting pots from the green house

packing them into the jeep

parked at the top of the driveway

when they pulled in

BMW convertible dark blue with tan leather

   He did not want to meet her friends.

Afraid they’d hear the beating of his heart

he stayed on the other side of the jeep

pretending to be too busy

waiting for her to come to him.

But after their long good-byes,

she didn’t.

He walked around  saw her walking

down the hill with her bags

he thought – she has not returned to me at all then.

   Shortly later she came back.

Sat with him on the grass

her black hair veiling them

as hunched together head to head

he opened what she gave him

wrapped in white tissues

a ball of crystal inside a ball of alabaster.

I missed you so much he said.

Are you brave enough to let me shave you? Come on,” 

she said “Let me! I want to!”

He had not shaved since she left

and her creamy skin could not abide  a whiskered face.


but the who i am is that, by pd lyons


today when i sit at the little outside table the kitchen door in the rare gem of Irish sunny summer i think what if i really focus on those things that i don’t really know. like when those birds sound – instead of just concluding birds what if i allow for the fact that i don’t really know what they or that is – how could i describe what i call bird to someone who had no idea of bird? what is bird if i leave behind the concept of bird. what is sky? what is wind against what is skin, my body, what is the heat, what is sun? not just what we name things but what really are these so-called things? in that relinquishment of naming there is a kind of space a kind of freedom and what is this freedom? what is this space? not their names – but the who I am is that.

 

oh those days of sun and clotheses

oh those days of sun and clotheses

who is responsible?


 

 

there are over 7.046 billion people in the world, and who is responsible for them?

me.

and you  (.) ( ?)

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true


the duck of sport, love & compassion with the buddha

Lord, make us instruments of your peace.
Where there is hatred, let us sow love;
Where there is injury, pardon;
Where there is discord, union;
Where there is doubt, faith;
Where there is despair, hope;
Where there is darkness, light;
Where there is sadness, joy.
Grant that we may not so much seek to be consoled as to console;
To be understood as to understand;
To be loved as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive;
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
And it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.
Amen

—Francis of Assisi. Quoted in A Treasury of Traditional Wisdom, edited by Whitall N. Perry (Simon & Schuster, 1971)

tara hill

just joey and buddha

just joey and buddha

pd lyons poetry project 4.5.11


The Lover Of Wisdom

He helped in the kitchen

while she was away.

   One night he was worried about the wine

her father noticed, told him

not to worry

they said it was the best place they’d been to

that they were glad to be here.

besides it was the second bottle they’d ordered.

It was then he grabbed her father’s hand, said

Are you my friend? Are you!

The towering man with black mustache

in a well-worn greasy apron said

Always. I am your friend always!

   It was evening when she came back.

He was sorting pots from the green house

packing them into the jeep

parked at the top of the driveway

when they pulled in

BMW convertible dark blue w/ tan leather

   He did not want to meet her friends.

Afraid they’d hear the beating of his heart

he stayed on the other side of the jeep

pretending to be too busy

waiting for her to come to him.

But after their long good-byes,

she didn’t.

He walked around  saw her walking

down the hill with her bags

he thought – she has not come back at all then.

   Shortly later she came back.

Sat with him on the grass

her black hair veiling them

as hunched together head to head

he opened what she gave him

wrapped in white tissues

a ball of crystal inside a ball of alabaster.

I missed you so much he said.

Are you brave enough to let me shave you? she said. Let me! I want to!.

He had not shaved since she left

and her creamy skin could not abide  a whiskered face.

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