breathing in. i am space.
breathing out. the cosmos smiles.
impermanence is.
-dennis landi 2009
Archive for the ‘poetry’ Category
Saturday, April 24th, 2010
Energy
Monday, January 4th, 2010Emotion is energy.
Our thoughts are energy.
My daughter is energy.
The sun is energy.
The sky is energy.
42nd Avenue at Rush Hour courses with bundles of energy, rushing down the street in patent leather shoes (energy) or sneakers (converse energy) or sandals (alternative energy).
My penus is energy and so is your vagina … is energy. Sensation is energy. Light is energy and heat is energy. Orgasm is energy.
Sleep is energy.
My enemies are energy. And those who agree with me, or salute me or support me or cherish me are energy.
Love is energy. Hate is energy.
Color is energy. You are energy. I see you as an a solid being but illusions, too, are energy.
We are energy.
The universe is energy. And so is existence … is energy.
Let’s mingle.
-dennis landi © 2010
Global Warming Haiku
Monday, March 23rd, 2009Sky is heating up.
Earth is heating up. Glaciers
recede in Winter.
Buddha Path Haiku 2009
Tuesday, March 3rd, 2009Buddha Path Haiku
To Patna we came
Where the Buddha’s ashes lay
And his stone likeness
To Bimbasara’s
Kingdom, we took a bus.
The Bamboo Grove was cool.
And Vulture Peak,
Where Tathagata walked, rose
Above the rocky plain.
And then Nalanda
Manifested, a university
Of the Buddha. Gone.
To Bodh Gaya, we bused.
Mahabodhi Temple was
A coral reef of Buddhism.
Tonglen Meditation
Taught me that the Tibetans
Know something about Mind.
At Sarnath the Stupa
Rose above our sangha, as
Shantum spread the dharma.
And Varanasi
Hummed like a sitar wind.
“… mahadevi shambho…”
-dennis landi © 2009
why did?
Tuesday, January 6th, 2009why did gautama sit under the peepal tree?
to shade himself from the sun.
why did siddhartha sit under the peepal tree?
to shield himself from the rain.
why did the Buddha rise from the Bodhi Tree?
to shine as the sun.
why did the Tathagata rise from the Bodhi tree?
to fall like the rain.
-dennis landi © 2009
[poem] golden sorrow and dark delight
Sunday, June 29th, 2008i am the plowed furrow
and i am the blight
i am an infant’s birth
and i am the shadow night
i am love itself
and i am spite
i am the glint of spring
and i am winter’s bite
i am all that is wrong
and i am all that is right
i am a tender kiss
and lust without requite
i am the leaping stag
and i am the tiger bright
i am the mirror with no reflection
i am your eyes and you are my sight
i am the darkness
and i am the light
i see inward and outward, too
i am left and i am right
embrace me and embrace yourself
feel beyond golden sorrow and dark delight
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- dennis landi © 2008
[poem]Why poetry?
Friday, June 13th, 2008What is the point of lying in a poem?
There simply is no point.
This is why poetry resonates so strongly with humans.
Its always about truth on some level. The truth of human experience.
Is it possible to lie in a poem? Even intentionally?
All things are possible in the universe.
But not this.
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- dennis landi © 2008
[poem] I am thou
Friday, June 13th, 2008I am this because of that.
I am that because of this.
I am in that. This is in me.
I am in this. That is in me.
My mind is in that. This is my mind.
My body is in that. This is my body.
When this body dies, I am in that.
When that body dies, I am in this.
When this mind dies, that mind does not.
I am not that if I am not also this.
This is not me if that is not me.
I am not, if you are not.
I am you and you are me.
We are not this if we are not also that.
We are in me, and we are in you.
I am us and you are us.
I am thou.
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- dennis landi © 2008
[poem] i have the biggest bell in buddhism
Saturday, May 24th, 2008i have the biggest bell in buddhism
it rings like a breeze through my window in the morning
i have the biggest bell in buddhism
its tone vibrates the bones in my head
as if i were all bells everywhere
i have the biggest bell in buddhism
its sound calls me back to myself
even if i am galloping furiously over dark prairies or
kayaking down the white rapids of a deep river gorge
its more of a gong, really
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- dennis landi © 2008
[poem] if you see authenticity on the road
Saturday, May 24th, 2008if you see authenticity on the road
take out your can of spray paint
and write I WOZ HERE
on his face in orange day-glo colors.
if you see authenticity on the road
put your siren on and flash your lights
and pull him over for speeding
tell him you accept bribes
and then look him directly in the eyes
if you see authenticity on the road
tackle him, muss up his hair
if you see authenticity on the road,
stand very still behind a tree
until he disappears over the horizon.
never confuse authenticity with genuineness
and never confuse pedigree with the dharma
and never confuse appearance with reality
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- dennis landi © 2008
