tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78494013523513978222024-03-13T01:03:03.426-07:00Haiku-tenannyKimberly Collinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04584721272444293736noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849401352351397822.post-64395626501264039782013-01-19T12:55:00.001-08:002013-01-19T12:58:51.789-08:00After storm catbird<br />
in bush flicks her tail and cries<br />
in Ten Directions<br />
<br />
~ written August 2, 2009 Kimberly Collinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04584721272444293736noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849401352351397822.post-655775704283994822013-01-19T12:52:00.000-08:002013-01-19T12:52:03.554-08:00Sunday Morning ThunderstormWaterfall of rain<br />
Sudden summer thunderstorm <br />
drenched sparrow on ledge <br />
<br />
~ written August 2, 2009<br />
<br />Kimberly Collinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04584721272444293736noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849401352351397822.post-46609783633955165802013-01-19T12:47:00.001-08:002013-01-19T12:49:17.953-08:00Fourth of July on the FarmFourth of July I<br />
love most: comforting scared dogs<br />
fireworks on the farm<br />
<br />
~ written July 4, 2009 at Villa del Re, while reading Gary Snyder's "For the Boy Who Was Dodger Point Lookout Fifteen Years Ago" ("In this burning, muddy, lying, blood-drenched world that quiet meeting in the mountains cool and gentle as the muzzles of three elk, helps keep me sane.")<br />
<br />Kimberly Collinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04584721272444293736noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849401352351397822.post-50024077209260844882013-01-19T11:54:00.001-08:002013-01-19T12:37:28.362-08:00Canada geese fly in<br />
V above city garbage<br />
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incinerator.
Kimberly Collinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04584721272444293736noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849401352351397822.post-43666979694840918072013-01-19T11:43:00.000-08:002013-01-28T09:07:35.266-08:00Gate gate parasamgate...Waitress in diner:<br />
"How do you know Kuan Yin?" she<br />
asks. "Gone! Gone!" I say.
Kimberly Collinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04584721272444293736noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849401352351397822.post-9077959111435954512013-01-18T23:45:00.000-08:002013-01-19T11:39:39.398-08:00Not Falling Into Causation, Not Ignoring CausationIn afternoon sun<br />
a shadow crosses the room<br />
my dead cat returns<br />
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Kimberly Collinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04584721272444293736noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849401352351397822.post-14273389266980754742013-01-18T22:53:00.000-08:002013-01-18T22:56:08.933-08:00T.S. Eliot Was Wrong (or, How We Know "The Wasteland" Was Not Written by a Woman)"I'm leaving you," he<br />
says, while packing to go. I<br />
was facing down Death.<br />
<br />
"I cheated on you,"<br />
he says, telling me what I<br />
had already known.<br />
<br />
"I love you," he says,<br />
"but I don't like your body<br />
when we are in bed."<br />
<br />
THIS is the way the<br />
world ends. Not with a bang, nor<br />
even a whimper,<br />
<br />
but with unkind words<br />
said to those most in need, those<br />
we say we love the most.<br />
<br />
~ written August 29, 2010Kimberly Collinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04584721272444293736noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849401352351397822.post-90628020744403163142013-01-18T22:45:00.000-08:002013-01-18T22:57:54.441-08:00Mondawmin MVA at Closing Time"Now serving number<br />
ninety at counter sixteen,"<br />
robot voice drones on...<br />
<br />
"That's why I say GOD<br />
bless you," a man says to a<br />
stranger behind him.<br />
<br />
I pay bills. Children<br />
crying. Women on phones say ~<br />
"He grown, he too grown..."<br />
<br />
"My phone 'bout to die<br />
they had me on hold so long."<br />
Lives intersect here.<br />
<br />
Beautiful little<br />
girl with braids smiles at me for<br />
no reason I smile<br />
<br />
Earlier I was<br />
crying. My pain and struggles<br />
merge with ev'ryone's.<br />
<br />
~ written August 25, 2010Kimberly Collinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04584721272444293736noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849401352351397822.post-1165651915051997952013-01-18T22:35:00.003-08:002013-01-18T22:58:50.724-08:00Joshu's Dog*In gray BMW<br />
a white dog barks an answer<br />
to evening church bells.<br />
<br />
~ written August 24, 2010<br />
<br />
*<u><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Gateless_Gate#Case_1:_Joshu.27s_Dog" target="_blank">Joshu's Dog</a>, a Zen koan</u><br />
"A monk asked Joshu, a Chinese Zen master: 'Has a dog Buddha-nature or not?'<br />
"Joshu answered: 'Mu'. ["Mu" is the negative symbol in Chinese meaning "no-thing" or "nay" or, perhaps, "no way"]<br />
<br />
"This is the barrier of Zen...If you want to pass this barrier, you must work through every bone in your body, through every pore in your skin, filled with this question: 'What is Mu?' and carry it day and night. Do not believe it is the common negative symbol meaning nothing. It is not nothingness, the opposite of existence."<br />
~ from <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Gateless_Gate" target="_blank"><i>The Gateless Gate</i> (<i><i>Wúménguān</i></i> in Mandarin, <i>Mumonkan</i> in Japanese) </a><br />
<br />
~~~~~~~~~~~ to escape pain, you must go through it ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Kimberly Collinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04584721272444293736noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849401352351397822.post-65167441886051321642013-01-18T22:27:00.003-08:002013-01-18T22:59:10.539-08:00Winter's Last BountyRobins and waxwings<br />
gather at crabapple tree<br />
in the snow - feasting.<br />
<br />
~written February 9, 2010Kimberly Collinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04584721272444293736noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849401352351397822.post-45660023589298111572013-01-18T22:26:00.003-08:002013-01-18T22:59:42.509-08:00Late August LunchtimeSmall butterfly lights<br />
on grass, black "eyes" on wings fool<br />
predators - Beauty.<br />
<br />
~written August 23, 2010Kimberly Collinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04584721272444293736noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849401352351397822.post-26106835758465878422013-01-18T22:26:00.000-08:002013-01-18T23:00:06.959-08:00New Life from OldSquirrels storing nuts for<br />
winter. Leaves falling from trees.<br />
Time to start new life.<br />
<br />
~written October 29, 2009Kimberly Collinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04584721272444293736noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849401352351397822.post-17497031743428748512013-01-18T22:13:00.000-08:002013-01-18T23:00:31.204-08:00Wellington BootsWeather like Wuthering<br />
Heights. Wearing Wellingtons like<br />
crusty old Yorkshire man.<br />
<br />
~written October 28, 2009Kimberly Collinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04584721272444293736noreply@blogger.com0