"Art, like morality, consists of drawing the line somewhere."
--G.K. Chesterton
"The man's body is sacred and the woman's body is sacred.../Each belongs here or anywhere just as much as the well-off, just as much as you."
--Walt Whitman
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According to the Buddha, right speech is a statement that is timely, true, kind, helpful (connected to liberation), and spoken with a mind of good-will. Let us all try to observe this precept.
This entry was posted on 2/20/2009 6:04 PM and is filed under Jendi's Poems.
I want the truth or quiet, you can't have both in daylight, in company, from the baby-blanket sky we turn into rooms you can't have if you're human meaning no desire without its rind of talk, I want that orange uncut better than to sit here with knives spinning the sun in a bowl, I want the truth like a fat lady wants cake, sticking her sweet fingers in her mouth in fecal shame, I want quiet like letting the beaver alone who nibbles on the neighbor's lettuces because in her world she is right, pines hushing in the dark and insects gold dust in the last beams, how could any great hand that shaped the clover fall harder on us poor toads, I want to turn it all off, the lingual grid gone black and only hands left, right in the sag and salty hair of us, dear fatigue, lift me at last I want to forgive whoever asks me and maybe others.
