May on the brink
of blossoming
grows towards the sun
this stop-start spring
the weathervane gusts SE
clouds pass
a silent crow
watches from the wire
somewhere out there
a half moon
every single time
a pilgrimage
climbing Harnham Hill
the wood, the white, the stone
an offering of stillness
at the Buddha’s feet
turn my angry words
into open flowers
may the rabbit live long
may the weasel be lucky
within the rhythm
the moment
the ego fading, swelling
your heart may soften
on any one of seven seats
why would the tree
not grow silk
with splinter?
I bring you the best
and the worst of me
all he wanted to paint
was sunlight
on a blank wall
beside the candle’s flame
your face ablaze
spider’s webs are excellent
for knitting
open wounds
being here
being indecisive
I return to the sky
weeping, beaming
broken
bending earthwards
gorse wildly golden
where there is no roof
the teacher’s eye
sees a shelter
here come the Canada geese
and one oystercatcher.
A genius loci renga
at Harnham,
16th May 2009
Participants:
Abhinando Bhikkhu
John Bower
Holly Clay
Linda France
Geoff JacksonSchema:
1 – spring/early summer
2 – spring/early summer
3 – bird
4 – moon
5 – open
6 – architecture – interior/exterior
7 – open
8 – open
9 – the monastic life
10 – love & wisdom
11 – love& wisdom
12 – love & wisdom
13 – light
14 – open
15 – insect
16 – open
17 – moon
18 – flowers
19 – anticipating high summer
20 – anticipating high summer