Koan, the destroyer

[Nazz]

In Koan a river flows between itself.
The world is Koan and the world was with Koan.
The people wander to yonder shore,
wash their hands of it.

In Koan when they retire they open Buddha stores
in strip malls by gas stations, they only sell Buddhas,
holy ones, plastic ones, they can tell them apart.
Atheists roam the alleys like black-eyed dogs.

In Koan they write God poems
on simple anti gravity scrolls.
I met a parallel lover there.
She didn't matter like me.
She didn't do matter at all.
I reached to touch her hand
and space was inverted.
There was a big bang.

[mtmynd]

interesting visuals...

i did a 'Simon Slapp' that had to be named Koan Chips once... and i really like it... it hangs on a wall in my toilet room...

[Nazz]

Wow, I was spacey when I wrote this. That whole bit about "God" (origin) as some kind of matter/anti-matter love collision. Spacey, man

[mtmynd]

[hester_prynne]

I dunno Nazz, I like this, I'd like to see you expand on it...
H

[SmileGRL]

i like the idea of writing god poems...

is it okay if i run with it for a minute?

...i write god poems in her navel, suck in my breath and the universe expands in her eyes. she closes her i. it is dark. i whisper in her ear and the wind rustles the leaves, a sigh escapes. tornadoes could destroy the world. but she is love. or is she? am i? we write god poems on stars and throw them back into the sky for lovers to find. she bats an eyelid and i drown in my own fears. she winks and i explode. life is like that. we write god poems in the sand & wait for it to disintegrate. we make wishes on stars. we cry when they fall. this is how i felt thursday night...

ps. mr. nazz...you are a most unexpected muse for me sometimes. thank you.

[goldenmyst]

Nazz, your poem was a mighty rocket ride. Your surreal sent me into big bang reverie. I dig your spin.

SmileGRL, I adored your poem response as well. You rock the casbah!

John