Poetry from the Yunho Bags and the Mystical Art of Learning from Pottery: Drop-Leaves as Grace to Activate the Learning Self

Zen and the Art of Pottery

Zen and the Art of Pottery

‘I counted minutes and subtracted miles. Just ahead,

over the rolling wheat fields all golden beneath the distant snows

of Estes, i’d be seeing old Denver at last’ – Jack Kerouac, On the Road

kali da the dreamer

Jack Kerouac

Jack Kerouac

YUNHO/Yield Under Naturalists’ Historical Surplus – THESE ARE INFORMATIONS CALLED DROP-LEAVES

Poet is a potter

Weaving words

From the void

An automatic expression of the hands

When the mind is still

Listening to the universe

Feeling an unknown sensation

Knowing that by recollection

Becoming it

A primordial dance may have sculpted Buddha and Aurobindo {APOLRERNTREN  8896D38 Zip-Birds/Information Carrier}

In its own way scripted what is there beyond         

A Potter and His Apprentice source Wikipedia Pottery

A Potter and His Apprentice source Wikipedia Pottery

Clouds that move are still on the waters

The river nestles an abode of stars

Or they will fly away one day, receding?

You too will appear and disappear

Your face in the mirror is the fear that dislocated the human race

And you may exist on your own

And ceaselessly try

But just for a moment

Stop

Non-doing is the non-locality of action at a point immensely over the whole fabric

Does the sky remain blue?

Do the birds sing?

And winds hurl over the sea?

You may come back again and have a laugh

Purely gyrating

Disown the ownership of the body and mind

Creating the path to higher evolution                                   

BARADA CHARAN MAJUMDAR seated in the center with poet Kazi Nazrul Islam and NB Sanyal: Sri Aurobindo called him

BARADA CHARAN MAJUMDAR seated in the center with poet Kazi Nazrul Islam and NB Sanyal: Sri Aurobindo called him “The Greatest Yogi of Modern Bengal”

By not  seeking                                                                           

HUI-NENG, The 6th Patriarch in Zen

HUI-NENG, The 6th Patriarch in Zen

By not trying

Laughing about all these things

Don’t care about the apple’s fall, starlight and the Muse

No more begging at the door of dreams

Legs move and fingers make

Or unmake the new poetry from pottery

A journey’s long unending course is precisely in not knowing

On the road you don’t know

An arrow needs a bow

And in that afterglow

You may have sometime to drink your tea!

Life’s an adventure amnextarv-D-CUSP-PLIM-899.K/65 DEGREE,EFRAN,CLEX.

– J

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  1. Haha! Whispers in the dark, deep calling to deep. He is a trickster!

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