Blatherskite

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I am a Children’s Librarian living in the Portland, Oregon area. When I am not Children’s Librianing I like to play with cameras and film. I also like playing the ukulele, knitting, sketching, and hiking.

Tag: death poetry

  • The rocks are impermanent, too

    Wednesday evening when we were writing death poems at our zen center, there was another person who was exploring the metaphor of rivers and rocks in her poem. Only this person emphasized the erosion of the rock as the water rushed over it. I’ve been thinking about her poem since I wrote yesterday’s blog post.…

  • A death poem for the new year

    A death poem for the new year

    The river rushesTaking everything with itWhile the rocks are still.

  • A death poem for the new year

    A death poem for the new year

    The glass slips out of my grasping hands. CRASH! A thousand suns glisten on my kitchen floor.   The death poem is a tradition in Zen Buddhism. Our sangha writes one at the new year every year as a way to reflect on the past year. I believe the tradition is that Buddhist monks wrote them…

  • A poem for the new year

    The silver crescent Is but a slice of what really is. Wait. In a moment The moon will be full again. ———————————- Read more poems about death and rebirth from my friends here.