DESTINY
& DESTINATION
SEVEN
POEMS
by
Suchoon Mo
Pueblo
West, Colorado, USA
FLOWERS IN THE CEMETERY
(after Ko Un)
Flowers come
To the cemetery
Flowers die
In the cemetery
No memorials
For flowers
In the cemetery
Not even in the cemetery
SANTOKA'S
SHADOW
two mantras
1. Into the mountain
He went
Never to return
Deep into the mountain
He went
Never to return
Deep into the green mountain
He went
Never to return
2. The road
To a crematorium
The empty road
To a crematorium
The nearby empty road
To a crematorium
CRUCIFIXION
STORY
divine
weather
naked
under the sun
such a beautiful body
at the end of his tether
he wept
and cried
why did you forsake me ?
why did
you ?
why ?
they
died together
I AM TOO STUPID
Please hear me
I am too stupid to make
sense out of nonsense
something out of nothing
meaning out of meaninglessness
Therefore I am making
nonsense out of sense
nothing out of something
meaninglessness out of meaning
I am a good man
who does not know
what a good man is.
ESCAPE
I met her
in the world of street lights
red and green
her blinking eyes
red lips
dark shoes
white legs
The moon was invisible
neon signs irrational
faces shapeless
sex wore perfume
libido made up
Thanatos lurked
lust smiled
with white teeth
Let us go
now
We fled
chased by nobody
followed by nothing.
DESTINY AND
DESTINATION
1.
I have no inspiration
it has expired
I used to have
a theory
about something
or something else
it drifted away
I have no need
of enlightenment
or awakening
or nirvana
wisdom is a fraud
once spoken or understood
or practiced
2.
a stray dog
or a stray woman
or a stray shadow
may follow me
my destiny
has no destination
my destination
has no destiny
3.
time is not what
time is when
now is now
now is just now
one day passes one day per day
one second passes one second per second
one day is just one day
one second is just one second
time is not speed limit
4.
I am here and
now
that does make no difference
I am not here and not now
that does make no sense
ultimate truth is not true
tomorrow and yesterday
they may dance together
until today is gone
or will never come
5.
I am indifferent
to comedy or tragedy
life is neither a drama nor an opera
I have no need of stage
6.
I am real
AFTER
A POEM BY SUCHOON MO
by
Anthony Weir
ONE MAN AND HIS DOG
(for Suchoon Mo)
A man digs
and a dog.
The dog is burying a bone.
The man is digging his grave.
The dog is happy.
The man is not.
The dog is shot.
