Are Those Real?
I was once asked: Is that a real poem or just something you made up?
These are the non-narrative poems. The poems on this site are divided according to whether they are narrative sketches about the character Rhosonny or just something I made up.
I speak of the previous person
Whose hands these are, and whose eyes;
Whose cares and whose coffins core these phrases
Whose black-wheeler braked in sidetrack,
Stropped the line where spun a seer’s death
What was between you and me
What wasn’t between you and me
OM AH HUNG
Completely free, serene lama,
From the Essence, grant me confidence in the View,
From the Nature, grant me perfection in meditation,
If you don’t know now, did you ever know?
If you remember, did you ever not know?
Did the same you remember and forget?
How many? One moment?