#2420 - Tuesday, March 14, 2006 - Editor: Jerry Katz
- #2420 - Tuesday, March 14, 2006 - Editor: Jerry KatzThe Nondual Highlights
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Here are some works by renowned Irish poet Gabriel Rosenstock.as foraois m’aigne a tháinig tútheith scáileannaina n-uaillfrom the forest of my mind you cameshadows fledwailinggabriel rosenstockLook, everything transforms againInto something else.Seeing is believing ?
What do you see? What do you believe?Everything transforminginto something else.Solidity? Never!A tree has its singing sap,Roots, trunk and leaves,Its shape spells fragrant permanenceBefore the sap changes its tuneInto paroxysms of blossoming.The fall of leaves, wind among leaves…
You wish to know God?God is the very corruption of leaves,The dark sacrifice before Spring~ © Gabriel Rosenstock ~Excerpts from "I Met a Man," by Gabriel RosenstockI met a man from North CapeHis hair was wild, his mouth agape:At four in the morning he'd peel a grape --I have that eerie sound on tape~ ~ ~I met a man from BallinamuckAnd all he had in the world was a duck;One night it drowned -- what rotten luck!That duckless man from Ballinamuck~ ~ ~I met a man from John O' GroatsWearing forty overcoats.'Stay warm!' he muttered, 'Eat your oats!'How he gloats.~ ~ ~I met a man from Kara-Kum,A dosser, a hobo, a flea-bitten bum.What did he sell for some chewing gum?His mum~ ~ ~I met a man from Wolf Creek,I said, 'How do?' He said, 'Don't speak!Abide in silence -- for one weekShut the beak!'