Chat Noir Cabaret

Intangible exoticism of the Gymnopedie
as a subtle saraband of piquant, melancholic
harmony gleaned in an orb-curved heart-cage,
birth and death in a day mirage at the edge of
a sea-streaming dream, with reverence for all
jewel-blood glints in the lifespan of a mayfly,
swept into a frequency of sun-colored carp
rising to feed on remains of a night, timed
to the rhythm of the drift, the lifting tide,
light-mind untied from any memories,
rippling more stillness over stillness,
water in a leaking bucket, dripping
sweet silence everywhere.

Master Xuyun: “Mental speech arises from the mind, so the mind is the origin of speech; thought arises from the mind, so the mind is the origin of thought. The mind gives birth to everything and it is the origin of everything. In fact, the origin of speech is the origin of thought. The place before thought is the mind.”

The buttercup party dazzling the springtime hillsides
reveals the dynamic union of heaven and earth, all
smiling faces contemplating the mutual permeation
of the known and unknown within the sphere
of the sacred nuptial room beneath
the dome of the nebularium.

Master Xuyun: “To put it straightforwardly, where a thought is not yet to arise is the origin of speech. Thus we know the observation of the origin of speech is the observation of the mind. The original face before our birth is the mind. And to see the original face before our birth is to observe the mind.”

When original wishing,
which is only water seeking
itself, surveys this water world
with clear moon eyes of recognition,
every molecule responds by appearing
just as it does, is, the elemental moisture
maybe pregnant with wild things, like
the perpetual combustion of galaxies
invisible to the day eye, not a thing
thought, a trick in time, a child’s
nursery rhyme, empty and full
of any wish – reflected moon
in a dish of rain water, left
out before the rain.

Master Xuyun: “And so the final problem the practitioner faces is actually to enter the Void that beginning students like to theorize about. He must attain ‘no-mind’. Instead of proceeding in any one direction, he has to expand in all directions, or as Han Shan (Cold Mountain) would say, ‘into infinity’. In Chan we also call this “letting go of the hundred-foot pole.”

It sprawls in perfection in all directions!

Now gone the grab, the stab’s gone on
to pierce itself full through, whittled
down to the diamond tip of itself,
the masthead of momentum,
balancing on a flame tip,
pulsing in the ashes,
spilling out in
echo –

now open your mouth
and try to say it,

see if your tongue
will move.

Master Xuyun: “[The practitioner] has discovered what it means to be egoless, but now he must live out the results of that discovery. His actions can’t be deliberate and contrived. And so he achieves spontaneity and becomes one with reality. No need to struggle further.”

Standing here where the river
merges with the sea, all flowing
motion has halted, and only some
soft-winged wordless sound still lingers
in the motionless air, an echoing memory
of a great sea bird hovering, changeless, in
a still-life pose above the frozen tidal scene.

I open my mouth to speak, but
not a word comes forth.

If you wander this strip of beach someday,
you may find me standing still, rooted
in a primal, timeless scene, and if
you listen without ears, you
may hear a certain sound –

the breathless sound
of this poem,
breathing.

100 foot pole

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About Bob OHearn

My name is Bob O'Hearn, and I live with my Beloved Mate, Mazie, and our lazy dog, Amos, in a lovely little mountain town called Paradise, situated on the ridge of the Little Grand Canyon, in the Northern California Sierra Nevadas. I have 6 sites you may enjoy: Photo Gallery: http://www.pbase.com/1heart Essays on the Conscious Process: http://theconsciousprocess.wordpress.com/ Poetry and Prosetry: http://feelingtoinfinity.wordpress.com/ Transliterations: http://freetransliterations1.blogspot.com/ Love Poems and Duets with Mazie: http://lovesight.wordpress.com/ Autobiographical Fragments, Stories, and Fables: http://travelsindreamland.wordpress.com/ Thank You!
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5 Responses to Chat Noir Cabaret

  1. marcel says:

    Your body of boundless Love is my beacon!
    Your extuingished form, neither to be [said] form or formless, is the form of your nature.
    I merge in You Beloved, despite the stain of these word, I will utter it for the last time.
    Shamelessly!
    “I love you!”

  2. marcel says:

    No Sir!

    This Love-nectar is very intoxicating at times, and the expression via this food-vehicle is out of my hands, when sobered up I would not add or take away a single word.
    You words are never dead to me, it is this vital breath. As if you know ‘ourself’ better then me ;)

    • Bob OHearn says:

      “Welcome to the tavern where
      drunkards get sober and transparent,
      until they disappear altogether in the face of
      the one they love.

      Whatever loosens the taste of their joy
      comes new with each breath.

      In this orchard, and in the gardens we farm,
      there’s no summer or winter.

      Roses open every direction.

      This world’s existence is one long night.

      There’s a great lively gathering that night,
      but some people sleep through it.

      Any one who has seen the Beloved wonders,
      ‘Where are all the others?’

      This has nothing to do with
      thinking and belief.

      From now on,
      you’ll have no friend,
      no form to love,

      only what’s real.”

      ~Rumi

  3. marcel says:

    Thank you Brother, read this poem years ago, but couldn’t detect any fragrance. ;)

    Many thanks!

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