Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 27, 2026

R. H. Blyth (1898-1964)

I first read R. H. Blyth from books borrowed from the Montebello Regional Library of the Los Angeles County Public Library System in 1961.  There is an excellent Asian-Pacific Resource Center at the Montebello Library.  I was much influenced by writers like Blyth, Suzuki, Watts, Reps, and Chinese/Japanese literature and classics I borrowed from the Montebello Library.  

I was attending Cantwell Catholic High School in Montebello from 1959-1963.  I walked and used local buses for transportation.  I lived in the Bandini barrio of East Los Angeles near the intersection of the Atlantic and Washington Boulevards.  

I later worked as a librarian, branch manager, regional and system audio-visual coordinator, and finally as the Regional Administrator of 22 libraries in the East Region, East San Gabriel Valley area.  I worked for the County Public Library from 1974-1998.  

I enjoyed Blyth's writings for their playful humor, sensitivity to nature, humanity, and insightful and quirky comparisons of literary and classical works.  


Reginald Horace Blyth (1898-1964)   
Bibliography, Biography, Links, Resources, Quotations, Comments, Influence, Zen, Haiku
Hypertext Notebook by Michael P. Garofalo






"These are some of the characteristics of the state of mind which the creation and appreciation of haiku demand: Selflessness, Loneliness, Grateful Acceptance, Wordlessness, Non-intellectuality, Contradictoriness, Humor, Freedom, Non-morality, Simplicity, Materiality, Love, and Courage."
- Haiku, Volume One, p. 154


"The love of nature is religion, and that religion is poetry; these three things are one thing. This is the unspoken creed of haiku poets."
- History of Haiku, Vol. One, Introduction, 8.5


"The object of our lives is to look at, listen to, touch, taste things. Without them, - these sticks, stones, feathers, shells, - there is no Deity."
- R. H. Blyth, Zen in English Literature and Oriental Classics, p. 144.


"The sun shines, snow falls, mountains rise and valleys sink, night deepens and pales into day, but it is only very seldom that we attend to such things ... When we are grasping the inexpressible meaning of these things, this is life, this is living. To do this twenty-four hours a day is the Way of Haiku. It is having life more abundantly."
- R. H. Blyth, Haiku, Volume One, p. 11






A repost from 2006.  

Sunday, February 08, 2026

Mind Writing Slogans, Part II, by Allen Ginsberg

   II Path (Method, Or Recognition)
 
1.  "No ideas but in things." "... No ideas but in the Facts." — William Carlos Williams
2.  "Close to the nose." — William Carlos Williams
3.  "Sight is where the eye hits." — Louis Zukofsky
4.  "Clamp the mind down on objects." — William Carlos Williams
5.  "Direct treatment of the thing ... (or object)." — Ezra Pound, 1912
6.  "Presentation, not reference." — Ezra Pound
7.  "Give me a for instance." — Vernacular
8.  "Show not tell." — Vernacular
9.  "The natural object is always the adequate symbol." — Ezra Pound
10.  "Things are symbols of themselves." — Chogyam Trungpa, Rinpoche
11.  "Labor well the minute particulars, take care of the little ones.
      He who would do good for another must do it in minute particulars.
      General Good is the plea of the Scoundrel Hypocrite and Flatterer
      For Art & Science cannot exist but in minutely organized particulars." — William Blake
12.  "And being old she put a skin / on everything she said." — W. B. Yeats
13.  "Don’t think of words when you stop but to see the picture better." — Jack Kerouac
14.  "Details are the Life of Prose." — Jack Kerouac
15.  "Intense fragments of spoken idiom best." — Allen Ginsberg
16.  "Economy of Words" — Ezra Pound
17.  "Tailoring" — Gregory Corso
18.  "Maximum information, minimum number of syllables." ─ Allen Ginsberg
19.  "
Syntax condensed, sound is solid." — Allen Ginsberg
20.  "Savor vowels, appreciate consonants." — Allen Ginsberg 
21.  "Compose in the sequence of musical phrase, not in sequence of a metronome." — Ezra Pound
22.  "... awareness ... of the tone leading of the vowels." — Ezra Pound
23.  "... an attempt to approximate classical quantitative meters . . . — Ezra Pound
24.  "Lower limit speech, upper limit song" — Louis Zukofsky
25.  "Phanopoeia, Melopoeia, Logopoeia." — Ezra Pound 
26.  "Sight, Sound and Intellect." — Louis Zukofsky
27.  "Only emotion objectified endures." — Louis Zukofsky

Mind Writing Slogans, Part II, compiled by Alllen Ginsberg, 1926-1997. 

Allen Ginsberg. "Mind Writing Slogans," copyright © 1993 by Allen Ginsberg, in
What Book: Buddha Poems From Beat To Hiphop
, Gary Gach, ed., copyright © 1998, Parallax Press.]





Saturday, January 24, 2026

Mahamangala (Blessings) Buddhist Scripture

 

Discourse on Great Blessings, Good Fortune
Discourse on Happiness


Mahamangala Sutta, Sutta Nipata, 2.4
Buddhist Scripture

"Not to be associated with the foolish ones,
to live in the company of wise people,
honoring those who are worth honoring –
this is the greatest happiness.

"To live in a good environment,
to have planted good seeds,
and to realize that you are on the right path –
this is the greatest happiness. 

To have a chance to learn and grow,
to be skillful in your profession or craft,
practicing the percepts and loving speech –
this is the greatest happiness. 

To be able to serve and support your parents,
to cherish your own family,
to have a vocation that brings you joy –
this is the greatest happiness.

To live honestly, generous in giving,
to offer support to relatives and friends,
living a life of blameless conduct –
this is the greatest happiness. 

To avoid unwholesome actions,
not caught by alcoholism or drugs,
and to be diligent in doing good things – 
this is the greatest happiness.

To be humble and polite in manner,
to be grateful and content with a simple life,
not missing the occasion to learn the Dharma –
this is the greatest happiness. 

To persevere and be open to change,
to have regular contact with monks and nuns,
and to fully participate in Dharma discussions –
this is the greatest happiness.

To live in the world
with your heart undisturbed by the world,
with all sorrows ended, dwelling in peace –
this is the greatest happiness.

For he or she who accomplishes this,
unvanquished wherever she goes,
always he is safe and happy –
happiness lives within oneself."

-  The Buddha, Mahamangala SuttaSutta Nipata, 2.4
    Found in Chanting from the Heart, by Thich Nhat Hahn, 2002, p. 270



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For purposes of protection, safeguards, morning or evening prayers, or ceremonial sessions a poem, song, or scripture is recited or chanted (Paritta) by Buddhist devotees.  One's favorite poems, songs, or scriptures were memorized, hand copied, or since 1700, available by purchasing printed collections for Paritta.  The Mahamangala Sutta (Greatest Blessings or Greatest Happiness Scripture) is often read, reread, recited (Paritta) by Buddhist devotees and scholars; and, it is often found in many collections for Paritta.  

Buddhist Scriptures  My collections of Buddhist scriptures for rereading. 

Chanting of the Maha Mangala (Blessings) Buddhist scripture. 

Maha Mangala on UTube

Recommendations for Good Human Development and Behavior

Plum Village Translation of Maha Mangala Sutta


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Translation of Mahamangala (Blessings) translated from the Pali by Narada Thera, 1994: 


"Thus have I heard.[1] On one occasion the Exalted One was dwelling at Anathapindika's monastery, in Jeta's Grove,[2] near Savatthi.[3] Now when the night was far spent, a certain deity whose surpassing splendor illuminated the entire Jeta Grove, came to the presence of the Exalted One and, drawing near, respectfully saluted him and stood at one side. Standing thus, he addressed the Exalted One in verse:

"Many deities and men, yearning after good, have pondered on blessings.[4] Pray, tell me the greatest blessing!"

[The Buddha:]

"Not to associate with the foolish,[5] but to associate with the wise; and to honor those who are worthy of honor — this is the greatest blessing.

To reside in a suitable locality,[6] to have done meritorious actions in the past and to set oneself in the right course[7] — this is the greatest blessing.

To have much learning, to be skillful in handicraft,[8] well-trained in discipline,[9] and to be of good speech[10] — this is the greatest blessing.

To support mother and father, to cherish wife and children, and to be engaged in peaceful occupation — this is the greatest blessing.

To be generous in giving, to be righteous in conduct,[11] to help one's relatives, and to be blameless in action — this is the greatest blessing.

To loathe more evil and abstain from it, to refrain from intoxicants,[12] and to be steadfast in virtue — this is the greatest blessing.

To be respectful,[13] humble, contented and grateful; and to listen to the Dhamma on due occasions[14] — this is the greatest blessing.

To be patient and obedient, to associate with monks and to have religious discussions on due occasions — this is the greatest blessing.

Self-restraint,[15] a holy and chaste life, the perception of the Noble Truths and the realisation of Nibbana — this is the greatest blessing.

A mind unruffled by the vagaries of fortune,[16] from sorrow freed, from defilements cleansed, from fear liberated[17] — this is the greatest blessing.

Those who thus abide, ever remain invincible, in happiness established. These are the greatest blessings."[18]."


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Translation and commentary by Dr. R. L. Soni in 2006 of Maha Mangala (Life's Highest Blessings) :

"Thus have I heard:

Once while the Blessed One was staying in the vicinity of Saavatthi, in the Jeta Grove, in Anaathapi.n.dika's monastery, a certain deity, whose surpassing brilliance and beauty illumined the entire Jeta Grove, late one night came to the presence of the Blessed One; having come to him and offered profound salutations he stood on one side and spoke to him reverently in the following verse:

I

Many deities and human beings
Have pondered what are blessings,
Which they hope will bring them safety:
Declare to them, Sir, the Highest Blessing.

(To this the Blessed One replied):

II

With fools no company keeping.
With the wise ever consorting,
To the worthy homage paying:
This, the Highest Blessing.

III

Congenial place to dwell,
In the past merits making,
One's self directed well:
This, the Highest Blessing.

IV

Ample learning, in crafts ability,
With a well-trained disciplining,
Well-spoken words, civility:
This, the Highest Blessing.

V

Mother, father well supporting,
Wife and children duly cherishing,
Types of work unconflicting:
This, the Highest Blessing.

VI

Acts of giving, righteous living,
Relatives and kin supporting,
Actions blameless then pursuing:
This, the Highest Blessing.

VII

Avoiding evil and abstaining,
From besotting drinks refraining,
Diligence in Dhamma doing:
This, the Highest Blessing.

VIII

Right reverence and humility
Contentment and a grateful bearing,
Hearing Dhamma when it's timely:
This, the Highest Blessing.

IX

Patience, meekness when corrected,
Seeing monks and then discussing
About the Dhamma when it's timely:
This, the Highest Blessing.

X

Self-restraint and holy life,
All the Noble Truths in-seeing,
Realization of Nibbaana:
This, the Highest Blessing.

XI

Though touched by worldly circumstances,
Never his mind is wavering,
Sorrowless, stainless and secure:
This, the Highest Blessing.

XII

Since by acting in this way,
They are everywhere unvanquished,
And everywhere they go in safety:
Theirs, the Highest Blessings.

Here ends the Discourse on Blessings."


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Translation by Piyadassi Thera of The Maha Mangala Blessings Sutta


"Thus have I heard:

On one occasion the Blessed One was living near Savatthi at Jetavana at Anathapindika's monastery. Now when the night was far advanced, a certain deity, whose surpassing radiance illuminated the whole of Jetavana, approached the Blessed One, respectfully saluted him, and stood beside him. Standing thus, he addressed the Blessed One in verse:

1. "Many deities and men longing for happiness have pondered on (the question of) blessings. Pray tell me what the highest blessings are.

2. "Not to associate with the foolish, but to associate with the wise, and to honor those worthy of honor -- this is the highest blessing.

3. "To reside in a suitable locality, to have performed meritorious actions in the past, and to set oneself in the right direction -- this is the highest blessing.

4. "Vast learning, skill in handicrafts, well grounded in discipline, and pleasant speech -- this is the highest blessing.

5. "To support one's father and mother; to cherish one's wife and children, and to be engaged in peaceful occupations -- this is the highest blessing.

6. "Liberality, righteous conduct, rendering assistance to relatives, and performance of blameless deeds -- this is the highest blessing.

7. "To cease and abstain from evil, to abstain from intoxicating drinks, and diligent in performing righteous acts -- this is the highest blessing.

8. "Reverence, humility, contentment, gratitude, and the timely hearing of the Dhamma, the teaching of the Buddha, -- this is the highest blessing.

9. "Patience, obedience, meeting the Samanas (holy men), and timely discussions on the Dhamma -- this is the highest blessing.

10. "Self-control, chastity, comprehension of the Noble Truths, and the realization of Nibbána -- this is the highest blessing.

11. "The mind that is not touched by the vicissitudes of life, [1] the mind that is free from sorrow, stainless, and secure -- this is the highest blessing.

12. "Those who have fulfilled the conditions (for such blessings) are victorious everywhere, and attain happiness everywhere -- To them these are the highest blessings."


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"What are the greatest blessings?

Not to serve the foolish,
But to serve the wise;
To honor those worthy of honor,
To seek out training from the skilled,
These are the greatest blessings.

To have a soul filled with right desire,
Pleasant words that are well spoken, 
To support father and mother,
To cherish wife and child,
These are the greatest blessings.

To follow a peaceful calling,
To abhor and cease from sin,
To abstain from strong drink,
Not to be weary in well-doing,
These are the greatest blessings.

Reverence and lowliness, 
To be long-suffering and meek,
Self-restrained and pure,
Eager to learn and improve,
This are the greatest blessings.

With the knowledge of the Four Great Truths,
Eightfold Path, and Wise Teachers ...
Invincible on every side
Is he who acts thus.
On every side he walks in safety,
fearless but not foolhardy,
calm but not cowardly;
And this is a great blessing."





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Thursday, February 27, 2025

Bitten by Sadness

 27.

Bitten by Sadness

By Mike Garofalo


My great nephew,
Joshua Loya his name,
a troubled, sick, tired man;
We tried to help him and failed.
A soul free of conventionality.

He was a homeboy styler
a skinny fellow
dressed in baggy pants.
Hanging out with cholos
for a fine machismo time.

His mom died when he was 10
he never recovered!
From auto accidents and hepatitis
and fun drug usage most days;
he slowly slipped from us away.

He lived with us for a year
a lazy fellow
straight F's in high school,
some thieves and stoners for friends.
Still, we wished him well to the end.

My son and we tried to help
Joshua when down
and others did contribute,
to bring him better around
but his failures ground him down.

He phoned every so often
babbling and rude
wandering in a broken brain;
His long letters, indecipherable,
but with artistic displays.

He lived in County jails
for petty crimes
and old half-way houses
time after time after time.
In garages of friends sometimes.

He called Aunt Blanchee.
He was homeless again
hoping for help from friends.
Sadly, he was sick again.
He wished her well at the end.

    Today,
    the police said,
Josh was shot dead!

    They found his slumped body
    on bloody asphalt
    in a City of Industry
    vacant parking lot.
Bullets through his broken heart!


Tanka Poems by Mike Garofalo

25 Steps and Beyond: Collected Works

Monday, January 27, 2025

Killer Smoke- Choke!


Killer Smoke- Choke!

By Mike Garofalo


Black skies filled with Wildfire smoke
From a Racing Tsunami of Fire and ash;
Putrid Smog, Killer Smoke- Choke!

Firetrucks loaded and ready to go
firefighters getting some hard-earned cash,
Black skies filled with Wildfire smoke.

Flaming chaparral and trees all aglow
houses burned to cinders in a flash;
Putrid Smog, Killer Smoke- Choke!

Just cut the trees down, heave-ho.
Obey King T, or FEMA funds slashed.
Black skies filled with Wildfire smoke.

People, pets, and animals all died below
the roaring scorching blaze so fast;
Putrid Smog, Killer Smoke- Choke!

Fires in the hills and mountains we know
are the West Coast’s nemesis at last:
Black skies filled with Wildfire smoke
Putrid Smog, Killer Smoke- Choke!

A Requiem for Tragedies

West Coast Firestorm Disasters:
Astoria WA in 1922..
Pacific Palisades in 2025..
San Francisco in 1906..
Bandon in 1936..
Seattle in 1889..
San Diego County in 2003..
Tillamook Forest in 1933..



Also, by Mike Garofalo

Highway 101 and Hwy 1

25 Steps and Beyond: Collected Works

At the Edges of the West, Volume 2

Sunday, January 26, 2025

A Fork in the Crypto Road

 A Fork in the Crypto Road
By Mike Garofalo


We stopped for coffee in Forks WA one day
on the way to Crescent Lake’s forest shade.
The barista smiled, polite, earned a tip.
We sipped and talked about Rips in Time,
splittings, divergences, separations between
Crypto-beings versus real creatures we can find.
Cryptozoology, not bitcom crypto schemes, but
plenty of amazing pseudo-science scuttlebutt.
Yes, Cryptids living by the Quillayute River
or by its incoming Bogachiel or Sol Duc streams.
Or, four Chupacabras in La Push.
Or, Big Foot and Little Foot
      crossing the Hwy 101 road at dusk.


Forks pretends to host Vampires,
teenage blood suckers on the night prowl,
teenage Werewolves howling, running fast,
Humans afraid of these creatures’ wrath.

Human, not so human, called by the Night,
confused, resisting, teenagers losing the fight
against inner demons and lusty needs
and ordinary life with real human beings.

Many beings eat, fight and kill to survive,
wily, tricky, stealthy, with a hunter’s pride.
The Horned God has history on his side.
Hunger keeps us all on the Edge,
ready to amorally pounce from a hedge
and slaughter or harvest creatures just ahead.
We are all Vampires
rising from the dead. Its said,
Living and dying scenes
are sometimes seen in vivid Red.

Books and movies started it all,
now all Fork’s stores sell
    Vampire and Werewolf dolls.
Motel rooms are decorated in Twilight themes.
Crypto-Reality, fantasies, fictions,
    magical scenes.

Drawing thousands of titillated tourists here.
Happy Forkers counting more dollars there.


Its said that
Big Foot roams the nearby lush Hoh woods
seeking a lean Sasquatch Lady with big boobs.
She temporarily hides her alluring charms
    from clumsy Big Foot’s fingers and arms,
Carrying a Sasquatch-Yeti baby in her arms.

Why do we often picture and portray
Big Foot as a lonely male, a hairy ugly guy,
a grumpy solitary fellow,
without a female, family, friend,
or clan at his side.

And, we have Paul Bunyan, The Logger Man,
a machine of a man, with Babe, his Blue Ox,
dragging logs from the land; plundering
forests till their gone, then moving on.
Nowadays, from Quinault firs
to Humboldt coastal mountain pines,
diesel logging trucks packed full are the rule.
There's a huge statue of Paul the Lumberjack
his axe and Ox, in Requa-Klamath CA,
at the Trees of Mystery,
along Highway 101 to this very day.


Also, by Mike Garofalo

Highway 101 and Hwy 1

25 Steps and Beyond: Collected Works

At the Edges of the West, Volume 2

Saturday, December 28, 2024

Friday, December 27, 2024

Stepping Over Epiphanies



Stepping Over Epiphanies

By Michael P. Garofalo

 

Affecting all the molecules in me
the pull of the moon and sea
feeling the call to walk the shore
Smiled, opened the door

Tides and time sent signals to me
to step nimbly over epiphanies
seen flipped over in the turning sands
Surprised, opened my hands

Waiting for nobody but me
a fleck of cold fire
flung out on this fleck of space
Sang out, loved this place

Shore pines paint a background scene
stubby short trees
swaying gently in the salty breeze
Unruffled, I found tranquility

Stunned by the crisp clean colors
savoring the scents of the sea
enchanted by the incessant singing surf
Awakened, a mystical reverie

Pointing to the ineffable realization of
insights known to me alone
Erupted up from our sensory reality
Profound, not foreknown

Such awakenings come and go
sometimes fast or sometimes slow
unpredictable visons playing peekaboo
Pausing, not thinking too

Slogging up and down the dunes
breathing hard on que
one step up, a half-step back
Stopping, quite a view

Tip toeing over bull kelp strands
stepping on broken shells
avoiding the driftwood piles ever moving
Listening, a foghorn knells

A friendly dog off-leash comes to me
seeking a gentle pat and pet
desiring a kind human face to see
Laughing, she was wet

My granddaughter and I once walked
beside a Washington dune
not very long ago it seemed to us
Remembered, gone too soon

 




The poem above "Stepping Over Epiphanies," is one of dozens of my poems
found on my webpage:

At the Edges of the West

https://www.egreenway.com/mpgss/shortpoemsmpg9sea2.htm

Travels on US Highway 101 and 1

Memories of Pacific Coast Places
West Coast Snapshots & Snippets
Delightful Coastal Spur Roads

Docu-Poem, Haiku, Short Poems, Photos,
Quatrians, Graphics, Concrete Poems

By Michael P. Garofalo

Vancouver, Washington




Thursday, June 20, 2024

"The Slow Pacific Swell" by Yvor Winters

The Slow Pacific Swell

By Yvor Winters (1902-1968)

Far out of sight stands the sea,
Bounding the land with pale tranquility.
When a small child, I watched it from a hill
At thirty miles or more. The vision still
Lies in the eye, soft blue and far away:
The rain has washed the dust from April day;
Paint-brush and lupine lie against the ground;
The wind above the hill-top has the sound
Of distant water in unbroken sky;
Dark and precise the little steamers ply--
Firm in direction the seem not to stir.
That is illusion. The artificer
Of quiet, distance holds me in a vise
And holds the ocean steady to my eyes.

Once when I rounded Flattery, the sea
Hove its loose weight like sand to tangle me
Upon the washing deck, to crush the hull;
Subsiding, dragged flesh at the bone. The skull
Felt the retreating wash of dreaming hair.
Half drenched in dissolution, I lay bare.
I scarcely pulled myself erect; I came
Back slowly, slowly knew myself the same.
That was the ocean. From the ship we saw
Grey whales for miles: the long sweep of the jaw,
The blunt head plunging clean above the wave.
And one rose in a tent of sea and gave
A darkening shudder; water fell away;
The whale stood shining, and then sank in spray.

A landsman, I. The sea is but a sound.
I would be near it on a sandy mound,
And hear the steady rushing of the deep
While I lay stinging in the sand with sleep.
I have lived inland long. The land is numb.
It stands beneath the feet, and one may come
Walking securely, till the sea extends
Its limber margin, and precision ends.
By night a chaos of commingling power,
The whole Pacific hovers hour by hour.
The slow Pacific swell stirs on the land,
Sleeping to sink away, withdrawing land,
Heaving and wrinkled in the moon, and blind;
Or gathers seaward, ebbing out of mind.


The Selected Poetry of Yvor Winters. By Yvor Winters and R. L. Barth. Swallow Press, 1999, 176 pages. VSCL.


California Poetry: From the Gold Rush to the Present.  Edited by Dana Gioia, Chryss Yost and Jack Hicks.  Santa Clara University, 2004, 376 pages. VSCL.


Four Days at Grayland by Michael P. Garofalo  Pacific Coast travel and camping adventures in Washington, Oregon, and Northern California. 
Guides, Links, Bibliography, Research, Photographs, Commentary, Notes, Travel Information, Hiking trips, Outdoor Fun, Natural History. A special emphasis on Native American People of the Pacific Northwest.  Focus on US Highway 101.  Yurt camping tips and techniques.














Tuesday, May 14, 2024

Are Things as Such as They Are?


"If you understand, things are such as they are;
If you don't understand, things are such as they are."|
-  Zen Master Gensha


If you don't understand, things are changing.
If you understand, things are changing.
Impermanence is the permanent condition.

-  Mike Garofalo, Cuttings

Friday, October 06, 2023

Just Observing in Chrysanthemum Time




mums flowering, 
zinnias seeding--
   just wondering


“Plucking chrysanthemums along the West fence. 
Gazing in silence at the East Cascade foothills. 
The Canada geese flying in formation overhead, 
Through the soft valley air of 
morning―
In these things there is a deep meaning, 
But when we are about to express it, 
We suddenly forget the words.”  

- My rephrasing of lines from an unknown Chinese poet
from verses found in 'The Wisdom of Insecurity,’ by Alan Watts, 1951.  


A Gardener's Pictorial Memories

The Spirit of Gardening 


"I search and can't find myself. 
I belong in chrysanthemum time, 
Sharp in calla lilly elongations.
God made my soul
Into an ornamental thing."
-  Fernando Pessoa


The Last Second of Summer

The bare branches of an old shrub
Above its fallen scarlet leaves─
Emptiness or forms? 
Chrysanthemums in full bloom
Below clear blue skies─
Forms and emptiness? 

The first second of autumn,
The last second of summer─

Neither Forms nor Emptiness,
The spaces of past time,
The realms of dead minds;
Or, bereft of Space and Time,
The Singularity of the Big Bang Sublime. 
 
-  Mike Garofalo, Autumn Poems
   Mabon, 9/22/2020

   Reading the The Heart Sutra from the Buddhist scriptures.



"If all meanings could be adequately expressed in words, 

the arts of painting and music would not exist."
-  John Dewey

Pragmatism and American Philosophy


"A chrysanthemum by any other name would be easier to spell."
-  William J. Johnston


Haiku Poems by Mike Garofalo

Pulling Onions (Over 888 Quips and Sayings) by Mike Garofalo









Wednesday, September 27, 2023

The Harmonies of Autumn


The Last Second of Summer

The bare branches of an old shrub
Above its fallen scarlet leaves─
Emptiness or forms? 
Chrysanthemums in full bloom
Below clear blue skies─
Forms and emptiness? 

The first second of autumn,
The last second of summer─
Neither Forms nor Emptiness,
The spaces of past time,
The realms of dead minds;
Or, bereft of Space and Time,
The Singularity of the Big Bang Sublime. 
  

-  Mike Garofalo, Autumn Poems
   Mabon,  9/22/2020  
   Reading The Heart Sutra from the Buddhist scriptures. 


"Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting
and autumn a mosaic of them all."
- Stanley Horowitz


"There is a harmony 
In autumn, and a lustre in its sky, 
Which through the summer is not heard or seen, 
As if it could not be, as if it had not been!" 
- Percy Bysshe Shelley 

"The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country slowly
changes from the summer cottons into its winter wools."
- Henry Beston, Northern Farm




Mabon, Autumn Equinox Celebrations: Lore, Quotes, Bibliography, Notes

Beautiful autumn colors on the trees in our neighborhood.  Wonderful.  

We have been improving our winter vegetable garden.  

Here are a few photos that Karen took in our back yard in Red Bluff.












Our Winter Garden