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DIXVILLE NOTCH (PURRINGTON HOUSE
(AND C.F.))
A glowing worm is said to be brilliant,
But the brilliant sun is more convincing;
Sweet smile seems to be the best,
But genuine affection is more convincing.
When I was riding with you
On that winding road of our mutual snow mountain,
You said, "Oops!"
I said, "What?"
Nonetheless we are both fascinated and intrigued by our mutual trip,
Fueled by immense passion and a glowing sense of humor.
We might find snowdrops somewhere:
You said you didn't like the melting snow,
You said you liked the fresh snow
I was intrigued by the way your constructive mind worked.
While gazing at an icicle,
At first a little one on its way, melting,
You then discovered that little one becoming bigger:
Such rediscovery of the phenomenal world and appreciation of detail--
Indra and Brahma and Avalokiteshvara
Would have found this appreciation so sweet and glowing
When we met,
You were merely there;
When we talked,
You were tongue-tied.
And again when we met,
You were more than there;
When we talked,
You were very articulate.
Our mutual guess became like the dance of the dragonfly:
You guessed,
I guessed;
Did anybody guess?
Did anyone guess?
Sometimes one wonders whether we should give away this mutual
secret to anybody.
Spring gives way to summer
And summer gives way to autumn;
Autumn gives way to winter:
Then we are back to square one,
Watching icicles again.
When you are attacked by this and that,
You should hold the needle of nowness
Threaded with our mutual passion.
When you are hungry and fearful of the small big world,
You should look at the Great Eastern Sun
With the eye of our mutual passion.
When you are lonely,
You should beat the drum of sanity
With the stick of our mutual passion.
When you feel awkward,
You should drink the sake of confidence
With the lips of our mutual passion.
When you feel you are nobody,
You should hold the falcon of great humor
With the hand of our mutual passion.
When you feel spoiled,
You should fly the banner of genuineness
With the win of our mutual passion.
You should have no problem in propagating our mutual passion--
As long as, or as short as,
A journey's been made
In the name of the biggest or the smallest,
Which transcends eruption of stomach.
Peacock magpie wolf
Rattlesnakes equipped with antennae
Jackal polar bear shaggy dog
Taj Mahal
Good wasabi
Chicken feet
Rothman's Special--
All of these, wicked and workable, are our world.
Including all those there is no problem,
Whether the so-called phenomenal world is sweet or sour, painful or
pleasurable.
We should make sure that we do not put them in the oven
And make a convenient loaf of bread of them.
Let us not regard the world as one,
Or, for that matter, let us not regard the world as multiple,
As long as we dance and sing, sweep the floor, wash the dirty dishes
And celebrate in the name of satin silk diamond ruby emerald and
pearls,
Fresh water clinking with ice,
We are producing rich cold powerful ideal world,
With a touch of warmness:
Let us project to this universe our mutual passion.
If I may go further:
We are not deaf, not dumb,
We are not mute.
We are the world's best possible goodliness--
Outspoken, exaggerated, understated fanfare,
With the goodness of goodness.
The wicked will tremble and the good will celebrate:
Impossibility is accomplished in the realm of possibility--
Fathomless space being measured,
Depth of passion being explored.
Let us eat snail adorned with fortune cookies;
Let us drink amrita fizzed with our mutual humor.
Let us ride the horse of delightful disestablished world,
Saddled with our mutual passion.
Did you know the sun rises in the East?
Don't believe those who tell you that the sun rises in the West.
Shall we have our mutual celebration?
One who fights is eternally poor;
One who shares is victorious:
Let us celebrate in our mutual passion.
21 March 1978
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