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There are many ways to turn one hour
In millions of vexations,
Paring nano-seconds in their nexus
And never knowing the loss:
My oneness is all set and complete
Past telling points of man-made laws:
Go west, for what I ask myself
And it avails neither
With east, south or north.
There are many ways to turn one life
In millions of pretenses,
Each one more bizarre to fit the hour
And never knowing the loss:
My oneness is all set and complete
And sound hollow to fit customs of men:
Go west, for what I ask myself
And it avails neither
With east, south or north:
My soul is drawn from One True Silence
And everything else is jingle
The motley crew of fools may worship
As many gods, but I remain aloof.
Benny

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Haiku: solitude

solitude in air-

Airborne I am by stillness

Of cosmos uplift.

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Hear blessings dropping their blossoms around you. ~Rumi


I heard silence as it dropped

from heaven:

It was there for birds to sing their

joy of living;

it was there for mothers

to dandle their babes

while the kettle bubbled;

it was there for love to speak

and be heard in unspoken words.

Oh wrap this cosmos-

the void, to brim

That the wise shall keep in their heart

As heaven on earth.

benny

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I Call the Night ©

I call the night my brother at arms

And swarm of stars that rise above, his hive:

We taste the sweeten’d air as brothers at arms.

ii

I shall follow my own dithering way, if you will

And you follow closely at heels cheerily

I know as equal you keep the pace still.

iii

I have been hooted at by owls from cover

You merely smile ev’n as ground squirrels

Speed along their fail-safe passage for cover.

iv

If I choose not to speak of this and that-

Words shall go past your head by a mile

And I need not vex this bond of silence by chat.

envoi

Acquainted as I am with your silence suits me

Than you with insomnia that stalks me.

benny-(posted in Pup of my doggerels-14 Jan)

The original poem by Robert Frost

I have been one acquainted with the night.

I have walked out in rain — and back in rain.

I have outwalked the furthest city light.

I have looked down the saddest city lane.

I have passed by the watchman on his beat

And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.

I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet

When far away an interrupted cry

Came over houses from another street,

But not to call me back or say good-bye;

And further still at an unearthly height,

O luminary clock against the sky

Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.

I have been one acquainted with the night.

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hmed-2

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I met a rich wise man. He said he didn’t know if he were wise or not. But he knew he was certainly rich. He had much to show me around by way of his wealth. Then I met a poor wise man. He knew he had to be wise since he was not rich. All that he made up for his lack he displayed in our conversation and it was more of a monologue, I should say.
Much later I met a wise man sitting on a mat out in the open enjoying the setting Sun.
“Are you happy sir?” I asked him. He took time from his contemplation and said, “ I never got around to ask myself that.” He adjusted himself to face me and said, “ Now that you asked me let me tell you, sir, you make me happy.”
I spent a happy hour or two in his company and during which we would have hardly exchanged ten words. I knew I was a happy man.
benny

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