Jay Mandeville Poems
Hot Weather, A Zen Poem
Enduring hot weather
is like avoiding a visitor's call:
stay hidden beneath
Infinity's shade, keep quiet and still.
Chase off the sun under Wu-t'ung trees -
a meandering stream will unfasten the breeze.
And if, like the heat, someone shows up and stays
they too might be hiding, knowing yours is the place.
- adapted from Yuan Mei (1716-1798)
Barricade The Hourglass
The hearts of proverb covet
May blossoms might uncover what
December will conceal.
Ambition can go begging,
compassion turn to nagging,
wishes wind up hollow,
and too vexing in the getting.