Poem of the Month, April 2018: Pasen (Easter)

PASEN
31 Mars 1918

KADOO – a weekend
with absolutely nothing
on the agenda.

Every morning
is the Resurrection
of this exhausted traveller
back from MARS.

“The miracle of LIFE” –
from a million miles away
I get here every day.

Dispel the gloom
and darkness in my heart,
O Lord of Infinite Light!

Words from Amida –
“IT’S ALL RIGHT, MARCUS!”
Good Friday morning.
Feeling fuzzy in the head
after a long deep slumber
in distant universes.

Life is too complicated.
I choose to remain UNBORN
this time round.

All battles are lost.
There is only the Self
to overcome – in time.

Rules are for fools.
Today I don’t take part.
A one day strike of the heart.

WATER is the food of the gods.
Drink MORE, you miserable sods!

THE GREEKS …
Their gods did not save them.
They were conquered.
Temples fell into ruin.
This park bench might be the place
to start a new religion.

AMBLING TO VOLDEN
“Namo Amida Butsu”
and Feeling Good –
the two things that matter.

DAILY REFLECTIONS
Zorba watches the Old Man
planting a tree.
It could be You and Me.

Life in its human form
is utterly absurd.
I’d rather be a bird.

MY ANGEL
Every second spent without you
is a sheer and utter waste of time.

How can one tell
when angels become gods?
Goddesses, I mean, of course.

No-one is saved
until
Everyone is saved.

DOWN AND OUT

“I will pay you back a billion times
for publishing your silly rhymes.”

God is everywhere
and in everything.
AMO says that numberplate.

Some women
show everything they can.
Most men
only show what they want.

BELGIANS ABROAD
Pigs CAN fly.
Haven’t you seen them
in the sky
flocking to Benidorm?

The ones She thinks of
in the shower –
those are the ones
to watch out for.

Easter Saturday, Noen. 

Nothing matters in the least.
This Easter is just another
Nembutsu feast.

Life is what you make of it.
The ball is in your court.
The goal is wide open.

Marcus Zuishin Cumberlege
BRUGES FREE CITY POET