Morning Silence, haiku from Dónal Creedon’s Tullow Retreat, August 2018
discarded crisp bag:
a faded Mr. Tayto
talk about listening I zone out for a bit
you are moving slowly too
morning silence the brewing coffee gurgles
creating a round stain
in this concrete pantheon
a sunburst spotlights
the weeping willow
disturbed picture frame:
the window & horse-chestnut
nodding yes, yes, yes
last morning more distance between sitters
(for Lama Tsering)
Just like the moon which shines upon us all,
enlightened beings’ blessings are on tap;
says our dear teacher who has us in thrall
this week in Braga, resting hands on lap.
In forty-two degrees we soon will melt
into our mats and cushions, from the heat;
though we imagine that we’re not in hell
but in the realm with Amitaba’s seat.
White Tara deity we will invoke
as long as many mantras are said;
Chenrezig figure’s also white light soaked
compassion dominating both their heads.
With wisdom and a twinkle in his eye
our Rinpoche instructs us how to die.
Bodhicharya Summercamp, Braga, Portugal
Dubliner Mave O’Sullivan’s poetry and haiku have been widely published, anthologised and translated.
Her four collections are Elsewhere (2017); Initial Response, An A-Z of haiku moments (2011); Vocal Chords (2014); and Double Rainbow (2005) all available at Alba Publishing
She is a winner of the Listowel Writers’ Week poetry competition for a single poem, and conducts haiku workshops with adults and children.
A lecturer in Media Studies, she lives in Dublin