Sage

Sage

Reply to Sharmishtha Basu in the Thursday Post which quotes translation of Sanskrit:
“When the sage becomes aware that his goal is getting God not collecting wealth and luxury items and keeps that awareness alive his wisdom is called stable.”– translation by Sharmishtha Basu.
etherealheights July 26, 2012

The sage’s appetite mushrooms.
He has shallots, mushrooms, hazelnuts
and has bread and beard trimmed

He has parsley, but
he is starving to death
waiting for God, because

he will not eat
when the sage is missing

— Douglas Gilbert

Going Off

If You’re Going Off

Have you flown on
like a feather in a whisper?
Maybe you’ve gone off.

If you’ve gone to seek a beach,
take the care road to the shells
and toe in the water to

listen for an ocean sound, but
if there’d be rain, let it be musical:
a pitter-clap and applause.

If be there sun
let it not burn though

if there be fog
let the fog horn be
triumphant like a fanfare, but

I’m not sure what do about the grasshoppers —
maybe chocolate.
(not sure if grasshoppers like chocolate)

For every whisper, a breeze;
for every breeze, a sail;
for every sail, a ship;
for every ship, a destination.

For a destination
me and a tickle.

— Douglas Gilbert

Going Off (Draft 1)

Going Off (Draft 1)

If you’ve gone off to seek a beach
take the care road to the shells
and toe in the water

listen for an ocean sound, but
if there be rain, let it be musical:
a pitter-clap and applause.

If be there sun
let it not burn though

if there be fog
let the fog horn be
triumphant like a fanfare, but

I’m not sure what do about the grasshoppers —
maybe chocolate.
(not sure if grasshoppers like chocolate)

For every breeze, a sail;
for every sail, a ship;
for every ship, a destination.

For a destination
me

— Douglas Gilbert

Where Is Damascus? (2)

Where is Damascus?

Damascenes can welcome
tourists of many shades,
many kinds of refuge for
adventurous palettes, a

taste of freedom perhaps for
foreign and countryside tourists

From many places
people seek refuge
or adventure in Damascus

Shelling in Idlib, Homs and Hama.
None of our business. People
seek refuge in Damascus. OK.

Shabiha intimidate those
neighborhoods now nearby.

Soon violence may come to
our narrow alleys
mingle among tourists
wrapping up a night wandering

Seems a friend is accused —
disappeared by glass fronts and by street stalls
where walk-by tourists are stalled along narrow ways
on Midan street, and eye the high towers of
baklawa and night-market syrups on
pistachio-and-walnut secrets wrapped in
phyllo dough wrappings and raptured night

Are we to be tourists too
who will mingle with darker nights,
pack up and wrap up the day
flee too when the last
of the grilled meat
oozes lamb scented oil

seeming no time for
sfouf cake, sesame cookies
or crumbly mamoul

going now without tea perhaps
making our way quietly
off the record, secular
and I’d deny I’d ever said that
religion is superstition. Say that

family were kind merchants
who made money honestly
obeyed the state of affairs

What are we to do
with the art works in our house?

Saying that perhaps
Damascenes never mention
chic addresses again
where honey-pistachio pastries
seemed to entice
a palette of fantasy tolerance
bought with elite education, where
no one could know

we were pet dogs
and happy to eat until
the countryside wolf
became a tourist

— Douglas Gilbert

Well, that’s weird: Stats: Country of Origin — Permission Denied

Hmmm, I’ve never heard of that country, “Permission Denied”.  Odd that they don’t want to be seen on the World Map.  I don’t think I’ve ever applied for a passport to go to the country of “Permission Denied”. And I don’t think I’ve ever insulted the country of “Permission Denied”. Well, OK, if I did insult them, I’d be curious to hear their side of the story. They might be quite charming.  Though considering the mystery and intrigue I think I should interview possible candidates for ambassdor to “Permission Denied”.  I need a very skilled diplomat because I’ll admit that I sometimes lose my temper, but I’m sure my new ambassador will not.  I’m not sure where to start. But I don’t think it’ll be anywhere near as difficult as negotiating with the Martians.  Now that was hard….