Monday, April 27, 2009

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Neshkoro pops by ko shin

Neshkoro pops by ko shin


woman’s voices

sing ancient texts

fresh water falls


time to leave

autumn leaves falling

new life, old journey

What path?

no map, same path

no end, only rest places

the sun always comes


the leaves fall

the creatures sleep

life is grace


An orange sun sets

evening cool

everyone is mine


red pork chop

little bugs


ha, what a feeling...


Hope? a poem for Earth Day and Justice

Citrus Punch
I saw it,
a fat robin, resting in the naked bush
how satisfied she looked
so filled with the worms and the bugs of the earth
I sit, also over weight, fat you say
not really
wondering, knowing what I know, feeling what I feel,
how does one act with skillful means
so that justice will flow like a river, everywhere,
when national issues, interest, fear and even hatred block justice
stop all peoples from being free, safe and loved.
Oh fat and happy robin, let us learn from you
as the bush fills out, green, and as spring brings new life,
may this world be filled with hope...may you find hope, somewhere...
ko shin, Bob Hanson

Che is He alive? In Spirit for many!

Monday, April 20, 2009

1 shot 2 kills a teeshirt from hell....peace all

Poem for a teeshirt, by ko shin, Bob Hanson

“1 Shot, 2 Kills”

Compassion at its best?

Respect at it best?

No, killing at its worst!

Remember the day when one might say,

"one of my best friends is Negro?"

Or maybe today, "one of my best friend is Muslim, Jewish, Gay?"

I thought at first it was a statement of care

Then realized it was a statement of tolerance

Ok, I will accept you but I know I am better,

Or my faith is the only one, or, now I can not be bothered

By our differences.

1 Shot, 2 Kills”

The tee-shirt of a soldier

Where could be any where these days, right?

The news article said:\

“1 Shot, 2 Kills” reads one t-shirt routinely worn by IDF soldiers. It depicts a pregnant woman covered by a bulls-eye. Another t-shirt for infantry snipers depicts “the inscription ‘Better use Durex,’ next to a picture of a dead Palestinian baby, with his weeping mother and a teddy bear beside him.” Soldiers wear these shirts only with the approval of their platoon commanders.

Margaret Kimberley's Freedom Rider column appears weekly in BAR. Ms. Kimberley lives in New York City, and can be reached via e-Mail at Margaret.Kimberley(at)BlackAgandaReport.Com .

How do we work for peace


And without?

Violence, Hamas, is answered with a strange dehumanizing violence

To people who do not shoot the rockets, or in many cases even care about it

They want peace, freedom, respect, not tolerance\

How does one tolerate the wall that cuts you off from your farm?

How does one tolerate the wall and the nasty check points

That cut you off form family, medical services, friends life itself…

In the name of Yahweh the Chaplains in the IDF yelled at the

Troops as they readied for battle, quoting the Torah…

Fighting with bullets, rockets and bombs, many made in or paid for by

The United States Foreign Policy…

"1 Shot, 2 Kills”

Tolerate not respect

Human life is cheap when you hate or live in fear

Hear people Oh people of Israel

The world will not tolerate this killing fields in the name of defense

"1 Shot, 2 Kills”

This muse will not finish until there is peace

We do not learn from the past or the present

We think not of the future

We can live in fear or hope

Hatred or understanding

Tolerance or love

"1 Shot, 2 Kills"

Your call and mine...

Gaza, the camps, where is justice?


a poem the muses sent me after seeing a video of children being held in the jails
of the occupation forces, Israel:

It seems so simple,

Bob, three are two sides to this story

we write poems, we speak out for justice

but, "two sides"?

In the name of justice, or the zionist goal,

to run all who are not like them off the land

shut up Bob, there are two sides

yes, two, oppression and freedom

children mind you,

just children,

but I have seen the white cops around my city hood

beat kids for calling them, the cops, what they are...

oh yes, two sides

hate and love

I do not have to choose a side, for there is only one

in the land we call Holy, peace, freedom for all peoples

and stopping Israel from its own killing fields.

children mind you, only children,

It's so simple, no violence and freedom for all. peace

peace ko shin Bob Hanson


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Thursday, April 16, 2009

Koan: Tipping Over a Vase

Poetry Chaikhana Blog » Blog Archive » Story / Koan: Tipping Over a Vase

These amazing koan's point to the mystery in this moment, please enjoy! Thanks Ivan!

Sunday, April 12, 2009

Aging As a Spiritual Practice

Aging As a Spiritual Practice

I am not sure how many even look at this blog, but this site is worth a look. It is true
every step of the way is spiritual practice. Not grasping on to some idea,m doctrine or dogma, but finding peace within oneself.  Peace in this moment for you and yours, whatever your age along the way....ko shin Bob Hanson

Saturday, April 4, 2009