Comments on: Bodh Gaya

By: Hiro Boga

Hiro Boga — Sun, 06 Jun 2010 16:00:47 +0000

Poetry is the voice of the heart, and it sings of whatever moves it.

Mona, I’m so happy you’re reconnecting with poetry, singing the songs and stories that live in you. I hope you’ll visit here each Sunday and share your poems.

There’s so much gorgeous, celebratory poetry to discover! Wishing you the great delight of finding poems you love.

By: Hiro Boga

Hiro Boga — Sun, 06 Jun 2010 13:27:51 +0000

Thank you, Jane, for saying what you truly feel. And for your kind words.

By: Jane

Jane — Sun, 06 Jun 2010 10:10:39 +0000

I’ve been trying to think of something witty and intelligent to say, but I just keep coming back to beautiful and profound. Because this is.

By: Mona

Mona — Sun, 06 Jun 2010 05:05:29 +0000

Thank you for this today, Hiro. As I mentioned in my tweets to you, I have not touched poetry in like 17 years! Wow.

When I was a teen and quite depressed I wrote many poems. But I think poetry and sadness and pain got linked up in my mind and as I grew up and out of the depression, I stayed away from poems. They meant pain. Suffering. Sadness.

My new choice though, is that I have a wonderful relationship with poems, and rediscover the poet in me that can speak of happy, joyful, life-giving things. Like dog hair snow globes! And to rediscover that poetry and I can be terrific friends even when I’m happy and grateful for my life.

Sharing this poem with you here today was the start. And our friend Jen Louden has given me some links of non-sucky, non-depressing poets that I can read as I rekindle my friendship with poems too.

So thank you for Poetry Sunday on your blog. I wouldn’t have written a poem if you hadn’t extended the invitation. xoxo

By: Hiro Boga

Hiro Boga — Sun, 06 Jun 2010 00:28:00 +0000

Thank you, Michelle. Cats are natural Buddhas, yes?

xo Hiro

By: Michelle Russell

Michelle Russell — Sat, 05 Jun 2010 23:08:11 +0000

Ahhh, Hiro. This is so lovely. We’re all looking for enlightenment without dukkha, aren’t we? The magic bullet? The gain without pain? What’s hard is being compassionate with yourself when you realize you’re doing it. Again.

A haiku in response to your post, Mona’s poem, and the little guy on the couch right now:

A wish for myself?
Enlightened as Buddha and
Relaxed as my cat.

By: Hiro Boga

Hiro Boga — Sat, 05 Jun 2010 18:22:39 +0000

Mona, your poem made me laugh out loud. I can see that dog-hair snow-globe car, and you, and the wind everywhere! :-)

By: Mona

Mona — Sat, 05 Jun 2010 17:34:58 +0000

There’s a dog in my car
Smiling as he breathes
Wind is everywhere
I’m in a dog hair snow globe
And I like it