Wandering Thought # 139

You will feel happy to work less only if you feel that your work is imposed on you, that it is a bane. But in a world where work is a source of joy, where it is beneficial for yourself and the community, it is nonsensical to work less or more, for work, then, is an expression of your being, and is at one with life, it is a passion. As it now stands, we suffer work as an affliction, and as something that separates us from life and from true community. We are ridden with feelings of guilt if we do not perform and submit to the norms, and to perform we feel that we need to sacrifice ourselves, burning ourselves on the altar of the work-god.

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Tanka # 88 – Haiku # 430

Shaking bones…
poems in the moonlight
catching fire

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Dust and shadows…
a butterfly fading
in the waves of the moon

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In the heart of the night
who comes to find me?
With a deathly kiss
the light of the moon.

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Ladder of silk strings
in the deathly hollow…
light of the moon

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Biting the apple
of my heart…
light of the winter moon

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Fervent on her breast
I write my blood…
the breast of the moon

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Stab my heart
to a beating throb
samurai moon

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In my hot cup of tea
steeping
the leaves of the moon

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Who comes? Who goes?
gazing at the world
with the eye of the moon

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A passing world
busy with nothing…
thin curve of the moon

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Moon of silence
moon of shadows
and a poppy heart
drinking
the sad smile of your light

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Impotent men
always parading
their fucking escapades

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Pinned by the penis
with which they fuck…
impotent at heart