Monday, July 17, 2017

Marie Bortolotto 2017

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Noisy city -
I long for silence.

- Marie Bortolotto



Don't disturb me,
I'm writing poems to save myself
from silly poems.

- Marie Bortolotto



it's late.
The night is silent.
I sit alone,
listening for poems
that fly in the dark.

- Marie Bortolotto



the hungry city
encroaches on my dreams.
Where can they hide?

- Marie Bortolotto



the idleness
of a summer breeze -
moving shadows at my feet.

- Marie Bortolotto


Walking, walking, walking.
I escape the clickety clack of the city.

- Marie Bortolotto


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I’m on the trail to Cold Mountain.
Cold Mountain trail never ends.
Long clefts thick with rock and stones,
Wide streams buried in dense grass.
Slippery moss, but there’s been no rain,
Pine trees sigh, but there’s no wind.
Who can leap the world’s net,
Sit here in the white clouds with me?

- Han Shan, Cold Mountain, Chinese Hermit c. 800AD




Monday, July 10, 2017

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Someone criticized the Master of Cold Mountain: 
"Your poems make no sense at all."
"But from what I have read of the ancients,"
I said,
"They weren't ashamed to be poor and humble."
He laughed at my words and answered, 
"How can you talk such foolishness?" 
"Then go on, my friend, as you are today. 
Let money be your whole life for you!"

- Han-shan, Poet of Cold Mountain, Chinese Hermit c800AD


Saturday, July 8, 2017

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Poem by Cold Mountain

If there’s something good, delight!
Seize the moment while it flies!
Though life can last a hundred years,
Who’s seen their thirty thousand days?
Just an instant then you’re gone.
Why sit whining over things?
When you’ve read the Classics through,
You’ll know quite enough of death.

Han-shan, c.800AD, Chinese Hermit, Poet at Cold Mountain




Wednesday, June 14, 2017


Marie Bortolotto 2017


Random Free Form Haiku
by Marie Bortolotto 2017




Perhaps I shall walk
all day?

- Marie Bortolotto



I'm not afraid
of silence.

- Marie Bortolotto 2017



Don't waste a moment
thinking.

- Marie Bortolotto



One crow searching for a worm.

- Marie Bortolotto



I long to roam.

- Marie Bortolotto



I don't know.
I just don't know.

- Marie Bortolotto



Is there some path I should be on?

- Marie Bortolotto




Have I lost my way?
Or is this the Way?

- Marie Bortolotto



Remember
to listen.

- Marie Bortolotto



A white hat.

- Marie Bortolotto


The clouds
have moved in.

- Marie Bortolotto



Where can I go?
...just keep walking.

- Marie Bortolotto


I wander
because I am free.

- Marie Bortolotto

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Wednesday, May 31, 2017

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Nothing is better than getting free
but freedom is not luck.

- Shiwu (Stonehouse) Zen Monk 14th c.




Wednesday, May 17, 2017

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This body's lifetime is like a bubble's

by Shiwu (Stonehouse) 14th C. Zen Monk Hermit

This body's lifetime is like a bubble's
may as well let things go
plans and events seldom agree
who can step back doesn't worry
we blossom and fade like flowers
we gather and part like clouds
earthly thoughts I forgot long ago
withering away on a mountain peak


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