“Beware the Hands of The Wizard”: In Response to: Buji-nin – Photo Seeking Caption

Hands hold the vessel ancient, black

Set upon with dragons, bowl to stack.

Its wizard pours out wishes, non shall lack.

Beware his brew, you’ll not come back.

Buji-nin: Photo Seeking Title

Here we go…..”Buji-nin” the man himself has begun a game with us. 

He seeks a title for the submitted photo in his unfailing love of playing the challenge, his haughty wit and rooting out the depth of the minds of others.  

Yesterday in my post I mentioned that I wish you could know this guy. The evidence points to the fact that he is in favor of it.

I am taking the challenge. What is the depth of your mind on this one?

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-“open your door to new ideas, let them flow in, open the back door, let them flow out, do not serve them tea???” – (his words on the photo)

 

 

Proof of Life: Buji-nin

 

A young man, tall and strong-jawed born of a line of military genius, sarcastic and exuberantly witty, played in the Age of Aquarius. He haltingly tested his professors with his grasping mind and profane insubordination. As was meet and right in the eyes of all he questioned and disrespected he found himself in the uniform of a soldier.

He no longer played at board games with tiny men as his intellect now turned to the horrors of an unjust war. Profanity became his definition of life, death and insubordination a daily examination in existence. Humility swallowed up all traces of surface haughtiness with the degrading, unceasing cries and pain of children, mothers and comrades.

The strong-jawed man returned home diseased, wounded, angry, confused and carrying his own scars. In his consuming genius he grew to love, respect and master his enemy’s languages, customs, religions and gods. Buji-nin is a tag name he has gave himself, (-DT Suzuki would sometimes sign himself meaning “no special person”).

He is, after all a child of Aquarius-questioning, rebellious, prone to wander as were we all. No generation is like another. He is one shining star, proven hero and prophet of ours.

Still as fiercely humble, haughty and questioning, the strong-jawed, witty Buji-nin enriches my soul with his tales of a life lived fully, on the edge, out of the box sharing constant challenges of genius and profane sensibility. I wish you could know him.

A wounded warrior of the ages I am proud and honored to call friend-Buji-nin.

Canticle II

My soul thirsts for the living God. The deer seeks out water brooks.

My most inner self longs for you, thirsts for the living God.

His mountains of stone like Him stand. His rapids and floods cover me.

My poured out soul cannot contain such high thought as these.

Deep calls to deep in holy noise. I fall to my face in worship.

a psalm of David…transposed…

Severed Hope

 

 

Compliantly, urgently listening

with blind hope, ears wide open

as the sheep for the shepherd.  

 

Waiting, searching, seaking

without forethought or line

as a prophet for the Spirit.

 

Wandering, thirsting, hungering

finding dry bones and spoilt manna

such the Gomorrhan I must be.

 

Gazing, seeing, hearing

enlightenment explodes into being

drools from darkness and shadow.

 

Hark the composition of my Muse!

 

No shepherd but serpent.

If spirit, evil.

Carefully tendering my terrible pen.

Valentine Wish…

Oh, my love-my one without many romantic boxes-let the wood nymphs, the fairies, the good white witches and all cupids gather around you!

Let them cast all their magic dust, pollen, leaves and spells upon you. Let Cupid prick you softly yet firmly with his arrows so that your “amas” blasts forth!

Let The Spell be cast. Let The Knowing be complete. Let my hopes be fulfilled.

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Oh Grantor of Wishes for romantic feminine hearts, gather all Casters of good spells

together on this day for Lovers!

Let my lover and I go happily into the  magical forest, neither dressed nor undressed,

neither hungry nor fed, neither afraid nor unafraid.

Let us go…only together completely and utterly in Love.

Sunday Morning

“His Glory Fills the Skies”

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photographer-Herbie McClary

Midust Tears

Creepy Crawl across my heart

Burning holes

Left gold tears of fire

Spring Bombs

Appearing like yuletide balls

Spring bombs

Sun against lunar pull exerting

 

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Converging in the heavens

Collecting, growing

Storm, wind, hail, destruction, sure

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Her beauty is the moon

Always moving

Best when Easter comes early

 

 

 

Azaleas