tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64711862024-03-08T02:16:48.525+00:00grapezcrushed, fermented, bottled, and cellaredUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1618125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471186.post-2878773557568631372010-10-01T17:10:00.002+01:002010-10-01T17:14:04.727+01:00grapez reverts and retires in a single actthis blog has been officially retired (as well as reverted back to its original name and kept online for posterity's sake). all future poetry and poetics will be posted at sonrivers. com (aka http://sonrivers.blogspot.com/ ). spirituality and poetry cannot be separated: into the mystic!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471186.post-24136816454479045322010-07-13T11:07:00.000+01:002010-07-13T11:07:00.339+01:00EasternSitting in the shade,I look acoss the riverat a wall of easternpines; it could be severalhundred years ago.The sun is shining thereand not a motor boathas been invented yet.And I remain unborn.~Kokoro Sonzai 2010 (trans. Son Rivers)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471186.post-87955208397769472172010-07-12T11:13:00.000+01:002010-07-12T11:13:00.505+01:00No Zenthis is not a zen-like poem;there is no zen within these words:in fact there is no poem at all.~Kokoro Sonzai 2010 (trans. Son Rivers)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471186.post-91737634218243813232010-07-09T22:57:00.001+01:002010-07-09T22:57:51.458+01:00DropTwo years ago I crossedthe southwest desert thinkingabout a drop of truththat's totally undrinkable.Now it's hot and humidin New England andI'm drinking cold green teait's true--but sweetly unthinkable.~Kokoro Sonzai 2010 (trans. Son Rivers)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471186.post-27989873742344437012010-05-29T03:01:00.001+01:002010-05-29T03:07:31.988+01:00before there was beingthe sea is me before there was being.being the sea is like sighting first landwithout seeing. i sit on that landunderstanding the sea is but nothing.now a wave is rising and the sea is me, being.~Kokoro Sonzai 2010 (trans. Son Rivers)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471186.post-65095362012708413052010-05-28T03:30:00.007+01:002010-05-28T03:50:21.740+01:00nothing but moonnothing but the moon tonight—and cotton-like clouds in burnished shreds...above a ragged wall of black pine treeslining the narrow road sporadically lit—where I and this form of a shadow split.~Kokoro Sonzai 2010 (trans. Son Rivers)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471186.post-18947023579931212302010-05-27T01:36:00.001+01:002010-05-27T01:38:46.984+01:00the smallest eventsthe river magnifies the smallest event.one duck chases another in flight.an osprey flies toward the opposite shore.a fish rolls over and touches the sky.i feel the wind as if i weren’t even here.~Kokoro Sonzai 2010 (trans. Son Rivers)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471186.post-52541950699157836592010-03-03T02:39:00.001+00:002010-03-03T02:39:00.240+00:00withinhigh tide full moonthe howl of waves like mein love withinthis manifesting tune~Kokoro Sonzai 2010 (trans. Son Rivers)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471186.post-90461050087319984962010-03-02T02:38:00.000+00:002010-03-02T02:39:27.964+00:00outagehowling windsounding like the ghost oflights out!~Kokoro Sonzai 2010 (trans. Son Rivers)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471186.post-31981852061065633902010-02-12T01:37:00.000+00:002010-02-12T01:38:09.844+00:00twentyten 005: line of chaosin the empty harborthere’s low tide momentumtowards a white line of chaoswhere the never-ending sea is breakingon an ever-changing river~Kokoro Sonzai 2010 (trans. Son Rivers)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471186.post-69380293344371344982010-02-11T03:05:00.002+00:002010-02-11T03:06:43.190+00:00twentyten 004: the nowcastthe forecast was for heavy snowbut nowcasting had changed its mindto almost nothing: just enough to fillits spot in space~Kokoro Sonzai 2010 (trans. Son Rivers)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471186.post-46074029797998667242010-02-10T02:09:00.001+00:002010-02-10T02:10:57.314+00:00twentyten 003: ProfileI rested atthe Old Man of the Mountain viewpointto look at ledges where the Profile formedbefore collapsing but behelddense fog instead.~Kokoro Sonzai 2010 (trans. Son Rivers)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471186.post-90035770942748841192010-02-08T23:59:00.001+00:002010-02-09T03:33:23.741+00:00twentyten 002: returning sunlike stained glassplates of ice are floatingdown the steeple river inthe holy resurrection of returningsun so let us play~Kokoro Sonzai 2010 (trans. Son Rivers)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471186.post-20731144520693682972010-02-07T14:57:00.003+00:002010-02-07T15:01:48.187+00:00twentyten 001: superersuper bowl sunday isn’t supererthan any ordinary day this winter:empty chilly mostlysunny with a kissof space-time being bliss~Kokoro Sonzai 2010 (trans. Son Rivers)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471186.post-31279225205540773362010-02-06T19:11:00.000+00:002010-02-07T15:00:37.778+00:00LCS-038 that essenceThere’s a life in Latourell Fallsgreener than day glowand wetter than rainwear,alive with that essence speakingthe language of my body.~Kokoro Sonzai 2009 (trans. Son Rivers)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471186.post-42596433537568397542010-02-06T18:11:00.000+00:002010-02-07T15:00:12.389+00:00LCS-037 caffeineWhile in Seattle,we visited the first Starbucks.In the beginning, there was caffeine,and the gods said it is good.But make me a skinny.~Kokoro Sonzai 2009 (trans. Son Rivers)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471186.post-46262376364483369802010-02-06T17:11:00.002+00:002010-02-06T17:11:00.123+00:00LCS-036 LA!Do all the footprintsand handprintsat Grauman's Chinese Theatre haveBuddha Nature?La!~Kokoro Sonzai 2009 (trans. Son Rivers)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471186.post-21670022321593652682010-02-06T08:11:00.000+00:002010-02-07T15:01:06.717+00:00LCS-039 turnWe pass the road for the monastery.I stop and turn.Soon we’re high abovethe sea at Big Sur.But really we’re on a long & winding road.~Kokoro Sonzai 2009 (trans. Son Rivers)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471186.post-66539465801852781252010-02-05T16:59:00.001+00:002010-02-05T17:12:42.045+00:00LCS-035 sand dollarWalking alone, I found half a sand dollarat Sand Dollar Beach.I gave it to her, and it turnedto pieces in her pocket.Voids of interest!~Kokoro Sonzai 2009 (trans. Son Rivers)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471186.post-40024891591783089262010-02-01T15:46:00.000+00:002010-02-01T15:46:00.691+00:00LCS-034 seaThe sea is nothing.The sea is everything.The sea is seen.The sea is hidden in Monterey Submarine Canyon depths.The sea is not the sea.~Kokoro Sonzai 2009 (trans. Son Rivers)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471186.post-47262320122962387202010-01-31T15:45:00.000+00:002010-01-31T15:45:00.144+00:00LCS-033 transfixedMorro Rock must have been an illusion,an impossible peakself-contained by the shore.I know I never could have seen it.I was transfixed.~Kokoro Sonzai 2009 (trans. Son Rivers)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471186.post-81527986032262472412010-01-30T15:44:00.000+00:002010-01-30T15:44:00.742+00:00LCS-032 amusingPassing by the amusement park in Santa Cruz,I didn’t stop.It seemed so less amusingthan all the sights andsounds we had seen so far.~Kokoro Sonzai 2009 (trans. Son Rivers)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471186.post-22912324278926621882010-01-29T15:43:00.000+00:002010-01-29T15:43:00.632+00:00LCS-031 lightsBefore the Pigeon PointLighthouse isa field of wildflowers.Both lights point the way.No way!~Kokoro Sonzai 2009 (trans. Son Rivers)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471186.post-10787066734339748962010-01-28T15:41:00.000+00:002010-01-28T15:41:00.048+00:00LCS-030 tantamountOn the plane to Portland,my seatmate, Mr. Hunt,told me of a monastery high above Big Sur.It seemed tantamountI pursue passing by to LA.~Kokoro Sonzai 2009 (trans. Son Rivers)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471186.post-71861638401594511462010-01-27T15:38:00.001+00:002010-01-27T15:41:48.073+00:00LCS-029 our existenceWhy do we gather at Elk Prairieto watch and take pictures ofa herd of elk?They are merely grazing, insensible to our existence.Ah!~Kokoro Sonzai 2009 (trans. Son Rivers)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0