“Huế, Vietnam”
Caged chimp grabs glasses,
gestures, Will give back for plums
-- then of course doesn’t.
“Plum Village, France”
The Venerable
Thích Nhất Hạnh’s response -- sentient
beings should be free.
“Collective Hallucination”
Ghosts are folks you meant
something to but never see
when we might love them.
“HUMANIST HITCHES ETCETERA”
i. On The Greater Discourse on Simile of the Heartwood Sutta
The dharma is:
1. visible to us
right here & now
2. immediate
3. onward leaning
4. inviting to come
take a look at just
the way things are
5. experienced by
the wise (promotion
piece – or peace?)
The tree of life from
outside to inside is:
1. leaves & twigs
-- even squirrels
know, Don’t go too
far out on a limb.
2. outer bark
3. inner bark
4. sapwood – 1mm
of flowing xylem +
phloem we studied
in grade school
5. heartwood essence
Monastic steps for
journey to the core:
1. go forth ordained
2. be accomplished
in virtue
3. be accomplished
in concentration
4. attain vision &
knowledge –insight
5. ongoing freedom
Robed & shorn,
sadhu gets forth
with biksa bowl
among temptations:
1. addicted to
honor/fame/gain,
this is enough so
you stop practice
then still suffer?
2. infatuated
giving up killing,
stealing, sexual
misconduct,
lying, etc. –
too content --
more suffering.
3. complacent
with tranquility
of concentration,
continue to suffer.
4. glimpse reality
of impermanence,
settle for this state,
praise self while
disparaging others,
neglect Buddha
5. unshakeable
liberation of the
heart is attained:
the heartwood is
a part of us sings
like birds chirping
in our Bodhi tree.
ii. On The Vasettha Sutta
Two Brahmins brought the Blessed One a dispute.
One argued, We were born pure into this caste.
The second claimed, Class is by virtue of actions.
Buddha, who often stayed silent, untouchable,
above such fray, discoursed in no uncertain terms:
Grasses or trees are distinct from birth, not man.
Still twenty-five hundred years later, past European
colonial rape and pillage of people with different
skin color, humans continue to subjugate each another.
And in our New World, into the 1990s -- believe
or not -- the U.S. Department of Agriculture regulated
tobacco to favor white growers over black brothers.
Those who hurt tend to hurt others, the healed heal.
Whoever serve others are servants, thusly be proud.
Instead of fight and flight, choose approach and soothe.
Non-clinging sadhu tendencies to withdraw from a fragile
planet beckon a Silicon Valley straightforward mortalist, but
I reckon for me it’s not enough to rage in enlightened retirement.
iii. Reincarnation
Last Chicago exit,
subway to
Kerala pristine backwater,
houseboat hammock
sway nausea,
leaving my body’s bloated envelope
for the moon’s panopticon,
I look down
on what was another life.
iv. Cosmopolitan Sponge
I am a quirky scrounger osmosing the universe,
who bi-valvular, effortlessly exudes
plus soaks up while diffusing down
a concentration gradient through
semi-permeable calcium-channel membranes.
When life is sucked out of me,
homeostasis causes moi to turn flaccid
and shrivel but being hyper-toned --
turgid, hard, swollen-- is no ideal solution
either since perhaps I’ll just explode chaotically.
Though easier said than done, non-self’s
the simplest multi-cellular organism: a spongy
bottom-dwelling hermaphrodite not needing
to attach to something solid yet still hoping
to receive enough radiated energy to grow.
nobody
[Ok’ll settle for this
level imperfection--no
laps, backpacking even
glamping
fantasies] b4 Noble
Truths dharma talk,
lately don’t catch
jokes
just preceding
our sangha’s
laughs which I
miss
finally intent
figuring if it’s
hearing or
sense
of humor that’s
been lost –walk
over to attempt
maybe
misplaced assist
device happens
to make a big
difference.
Photo provided by Gerard Sarnat
Gerard Sarnat MD’s won San Francisco Poetry’s Contest, Poetry in Arts First Place Award/Dorfman Prizes. Nominated for Pushcarts/Best of Net Awards, Gerry’s published in Hong Kong Review, Tokyo Journal, Buddhist Review, Gargoyle, Main Street Rag, New Delta Review, Arkansas Review, Hamilton-Stone Review, New Haven Institute, Texas Review, Vonnegut Journal, Brooklyn Review, SF Magazine, LA Review, NY Times plus by Harvard, Stanford, Dartmouth, Penn, Chicago, Columbia presses. He’s authored collections Homeless Chronicles, Disputes, 17s, and Melting Ice King. As a Stanford professor and healthcare CEO, Gerard has built and staffed clinics for the marginalized while devoting energy and resources toward climate justice on Climate Action-Now’s board. He has been married since 1969 and has nine grandkids.
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