I cleaned out the cast iron cooking pot and then
I placed it upon the hob I had turned on.
The dishwater sizzled, it danced and it fizzled.
The puddle did shrink, and I could not help but think
Of the thoughts that I have when I think I’m not thinking.
It’s shrinking, but oh, it never seems to go.
And then I woke up and the puddle had vanished.
I picked up the pan and I burned my poor poor poor.
And I’m making a meal.
I’m making a meal.
With what I have right here.
I’m making a meal.
You told me the story of when you had driven
Your teacher to town for an operation.
They put him under, and when he came out
He was talking to you in the way high teachers do.
He asked if you would partake of a meal in a restaurant before
You returned to your mountain home once more.
And you said you’d eat what was put on the table,
And he turned to you, and he said now that’s a good,
That’s a good,
That’s a good,
Bodhisattva now!
That’s a good.
I see Kukkuripa in the pixels you show,
And I see your heart.
You drive through the snow,
Careful yet bold.
In our container we rocket along.
Whatever you sing
Is a nourishing song.
Kukkuripa loved his dog and he sang.
The latest release from Rick Tomlinson (Voice of the Seven Thunders/Woods) - newly available as a download and another ltd ed LP on the way too.... Red River Dialect
The latest from UK artist MF Tomlinson sets sharp lyrics amidst a backdrop of acoustic guitar, lush keys, and soft percussion. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 12, 2021