Haiku Sketches by Marie Bortolotto
3 am --
riding the nightmare of thought
3 am again --
time trickles
through silence
a birdsong escapes
the afternoon haze
a rose waits
for the moment of bloom
Friday, April 26, 2024
Thursday, April 25, 2024
Possibilities
by Marie Bortolotto
Your gift rests
with the Page of Cups,
a lowly
tarot
messenger.
What will you make of it?
Such a long journey
home
drifting
in
streams
of
marauding
crocodiles,
you wash-up,
suddenly,
on
a
sandbank
of
honey.
Sit
and
feast.
Don''t rush!
Write
sonnets
to
invisible
lovers.
Allow
time
to swallow you
whole
into
a new
landscape
of possibilities.
- Marie Bortolotto 2024
Wednesday, April 24, 2024
Tuesday, April 16, 2024
from Daughters of Emptiness: Poems of Chinese Buddhist Nuns
Living in Seclusion, Sitting in Silence
Living in seclusion, one can simply do as one
pleases,
With a single text, one can forget oneself for
a while.
The daylight hours—how much time is there
really?
Why then do I not exert myself?
Although the ancients are long gone,
their wisdom must still be grasped.
From the empty eaves, water keeps on
dripping,
From the censer, ashes fall marking the time.
This mood always brings me great pleasure,
As with both hands, I clasp my book tightly.
What a pity it is that ordinary people of the world
know not this intimacy with the words of
the wise!
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