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- Herausgeber: Books on Demand
- Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
- Sprache: Englisch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020
During our seemingly endless exploration of reality we sometimes stumble upon something beautiful. A gift so rare and so stunning that it illuminates the entire path ahead of us. In his first English poetry collection, Tom Weber offers his readers one such present. Poems emerging from a brief gap in existence, words shimmering in the mild light of creation. All the while a mysterious hibiscus flower slowly blossoms in the shade of a secret liaison. Discover this short, but powerful poetry collection in all its mesmerising colours.
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contents
sip
out of place
a writer‘s birthday card
A.
try harder
boo
know-it-alls
never back down
to william blake
over aleppo skies
the wasteland
srebrenica
gaps
acknowledgment
bi5anz IO
soliloquy
holiday on anthemoessa
mountain song
the poet‘s calling
V
still for you but it‘s me now
before awakening
being
dawn
cypher
weather
coincidence
mirage
breath
drop
hug
breeze
vow
warmth
tip
bardo
In Tibetan Buddhism a period of transition. The most well-known bardos are
kyenay bardo (the bardo of birth and this life)
milam bardo (the bardo of dreams)
samten bardo (the bardo of meditation)
chikhai bardo (the bardo of the moment of death)
chönyi bardo (the bardo of the luminosity of the true nature)
sidpa bardo (the bardo of becoming or transmigration)
However, generally speaking any period of transition is regarded as a “bardo“
māra
Buddhist demon described by Nyanaponika Thera as “the personification of the forces antagonistic to enlightenment“.
Māra makes use of five emotions (called “arrows“) to persuade practitioners to give up meditation.
the arrow that makes one ecstatic
the arrow that makes one crave
the arrow that makes one stupefied (spaced out)
the arrow that makes one worn out, hungry or thirsty
the arrow that makes one afraid of dying
For A.
the most beautiful coincidence I could have ever encountered
kyenay bardo
recognising the waves
sip
colourful streams rain down on me
blue and yellow and green and red and orange and pink
big fat drops of life juicy thick and sweet
i like watching them slowly rolling down a reflecting skin
trying to work out how to get in
i like to think about the colours
and what they could mean and what they could bring
if they‘d finally find a way in
out of place
the man in the white room sits patiently
and observes
the blankness around him
