An offering for Bloomsday

//An offering for Bloomsday

An offering for Bloomsday

It took Bloomsday to bring me back to these pages.
If you’re reading this, I owe you deep thanks for keeping zenscribe in mind even without any sign of life and words here.
So with gratitude, I offer a poem from my forthcoming book, Here We Are, to mark Mr. Bloom’s never-ending day in Joyce’s Ulysses, that timeless story of everyone and everything, just as you are, just as it is, here and now.

THE WHOLE STORY

Who you are
is waiting here
barefoot and speechless
unknown perpetually
in your sequence of tenses

Inverted-pyramid constructions
of why and how
you are here
miss what
rests always
not beyond

Sun still high and half the moon
chalked in
is where it starts and ends
now

Take it all along

You are
the whole story
and all of its parts

By | 2014-06-16T12:03:44+01:00 juin 16th, 2014|Poésie|5 Comments

About the Author:

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Enseignante Zen et poète, Sensei Amy “Tu es cela” Hollowell est née et a grandi à Minneapolis, aux Etats-Unis. Arrivée en France en 1981 pour étudier la littérature et l’histoire, elle y est restée, s’installant à Paris, où elle élève ses deux enfants et gagne sa vie en tant que journaliste. The Zen teacher and poet Amy “Tu es cela” Hollowell Sensei was born and raised in Minneapolis, but came to France in 1981 to study literature and history and has lived in Paris ever since, raising her two children and making a living as a journalist.

5 Comments

  1. Tu es cela 20 juin 2014 at 11 h 24 min - Reply

    Thank you all for comments, for your stories.
    My heart is filled with us!

  2. HJ 19 juin 2014 at 12 h 40 min - Reply

    Since April until today I came many times here with the expectation to read something new from you. Did I left empty every time I saw there were no updates? Not really. Every time I thought of you and came here I created beautiful posts. Beautiful stories. It is like the updates of the zenscribe are not just in this page. I can see them also in my life. In my whole story. In your whole story. In the story.

  3. not knowing 18 juin 2014 at 14 h 58 min - Reply

    I’m sitting on my computer, by coincidence I read this poem, your texte.
    You, thanking me, just because I read this, is something of a mindblow, a genttle one.
    I thank you for that.
    And I thank you for sitting on your computer one of these days, by coincidence reading this.
    And for making me wonder now: in all that can be expressed, is there anything more to say?

  4. Tiago 17 juin 2014 at 0 h 15 min - Reply

    I am pleased to know you haven’t forgotten this place 😉 I come here often and even when you don’t write anything I find something new.
    Thank you for the lines and happy Bloomsday!

  5. Flamme d´or 16 juin 2014 at 20 h 44 min - Reply

    Thank you Amy!

    I knew (expected) at this special day you would be there and here
    and yes
    one day more, another day less we go out, we walk in town, we talk with people, there is joy and there are tears

    Every day is Bloom´s day and though
    it is good to remember this on a special day like this Monday
    who we are
    is who is meeting here

    Hope you and and you and you who is reading
    enjoyed this day
    so many chances to wake up
    Thank you!

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