The sun shines for you he said
the day we were lying among the rhododendrons on Howth
the day I got him to propose to me

yes
my God
after that long kiss I near lost my breath
he said I was a flower of the mountain

yes
so we are flowers all a woman’s body

yes
that was one true thing he said in his life

yes
that was why I liked him

because I saw he understood or felt what a woman is
and I knew I could always get round him
and I gave him all the pleasure I could
leading him on till he asked me to say

yes

I wouldn’t answer first
only looked out over the sea

I thought well as well him as another
and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again

yes
then he asked me would I

yes

to say

yes

my mountain flower
and I put my arms around him

yes
and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts
all perfume

yes
and his heart was going like mad

and
Yes – I said - Yes
I will

Yes

                                                                                                                                                                         Molly Bloom


Stuck on the pane two flies buzzed
Stuck

Hidden under wild ferns on Howth Head - below us the bay sleeping
Sky
No sound
We lay still - young life
Wildly I kissed her
Eyes – lips
Her stretched neck beating
Woman's breasts full in her blouse of nun's veiling
Fat nipples upright
She kissed me - I was kissed
All yielding she tossed my hair
Yes – she said - Yes
I will
Yes

Me
And me now
Stuck, the flies buzzed

                                                                                                                                                   Leopold Bloom

All quiet on Howth now
The distant hills
Where we …
The rhododendrons

All that old hill has seen
The names change
Hate – Love
Those are names– that’s all
                                            Leopold Bloom

Do Not Believe…

I teach one thing and one thing only
 “suffering” and the end of suffering
                                                                                       The Buddha


Do not believe ...
in traditions merely because they are old

and have been handed down for many generations and in many places

Out of the bucket the priest took a stick with a knob at the end of it
He shook the stick over the coffin
then he walked to the other end and shook it again
It's all written down - he has to do it
Holy water that was - shaking sleep out of it
Every day a fresh batch
middle-aged men, old women, children, women dead in childbirth, men with beards
consumptive girls with little sparrows' breasts
All year round he prays the same thing over them and shakes water on top of them
                                                                                                                                                                            Leopold Bloom

Do not believe
anything on account of rumours or because people talk a great deal about it

Confession
Everyone wants to
Penance 
Then I will tell you all
Punish me, please
Great weapon in their hands - More than doctor or solicitor
And I schschschschschsch - And did you chachachachacha?
And why did you?
Looks down at her ring to find an excuse
And then!!!
Absolved!
Out she comes
Hide her blushes
Lovely shame
Prays at the altar
Hail Mary and Holy Mary
Flowers, incense, candles
Wonderful organisation certainly
and don't they rake in the money too

                                                                                                                           Leopold Bloom

Do not believe
anything because you are shown the written testimony of some ancient sage


Do not believe
in what you have fancied, thinking that, because it is extraordinary
it must have been inspired by a god or other wonderful being

Do not believe
anything merely because presumption is in its favour
or because the custom of many years inclines you to take it as true


Do not believe
anything merely on the authority of your teachers and priests

But whatever
after thorough investigation and reflection
you find to agree with reason and your experience
as being conducive to the good and benefit of one and all
and of the world at large
accept only that as
true
shape your life in accordance with it

                                                                                                                 The Buddha

Achieving a Mind at Rest








Since I forsook the world and broke off its ties
I have felt neither fear nor resentment

I have committed my life to fate
without special wish to live or desire to die

I have few attachments
Like a drifting cloud I rely on none

My only luxury is a sound sleep
All I look forward to is the beauty of the changing seasons

The World of Desire     The World of Form     The World of No-form
are entirely of the mind

If the mind is not at peace
palaces and pavilions are of no help

Within this lonely cottage
I am content

There is room to sleep at night
There is room to sit in the day

In Kyoto people stared at my poverty
I felt ashamed


Now I only feel compassion
Thinking of those who are bound by their attachment to earthly things

Consider the fish
They do not tire of water

Birds love the woods
yet no one knows how they feel

It is so with the life of a hermit
How can anyone understand unless they experience it?

Now the moon of my life has reached its final phase
My remaining years draw to their close

As I approach the Three Ways of the Hereafter
what do I regret?

In the quiet hour before dawn
I ask these questions


Thus to dwell alone in the woods
has it really been to follow the path of enlightenment?

Do desire and ignorance still control my actions?
My heart does not reply

The most I can do is to murmur two or three times
an unavailing invocation to the Buddha

and practice patience

                                                                          Kamo no Chomei