Koku

These few words are inspired by Shobogenzo Koku.
They were wriiten in an early morning train to answer one of my students poem about this chapter.




Wonderful space
Neither inside nor outside,
When you're not there
Then the ten thousand things move forward
And an edgeless iris opens
And turns a simple plum blossom
Opening the open
This
The body of a bell tinkling in the wind
Dindin dindin dindin
The ancient poem of Nyojo
Expresses it so well
Nothing that is not it
And nothing to make, neither words nor forms
The vast space is both matter and seal
Presence undone of itself
Our real body open like a mouth
Hanging in space


Gassho


Taigu

Beautiful. Thank you.

Gassho, John

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Thank you for this wonder.
Gassho
Myozan

How beautiful! I had never read this chapter Koku before ( I have only Shobogenzo volume 1, sorry [indifferent]) but found it on the internet after you posted this gem.

Thank you Taigu for your teachings.

Gassho

E.

Thank you.


Gassho,
Edward

Beautiful indeed Taigu. =)

Gassho
Shingen

Taigu, you know about chained poems, yes?

Iris opening
dindin dindin
a bee wanders by


Shinzan

yeah,
chabadabada
boom boom...

gassho

T.

Quote:

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Originally Posted by Taigu

yeah,
chabadabada
boom boom...

gassho

T.

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I know that one Taigu, a classic! =)

Gassho
Shingen

Simply beautiful.

Thank you, Taigu.

Gassho,

Kyonin

Beautiful indeed - thank you!


Gassho,

Timo

Wonderful!

Gassho
Andy

Taigu,

Zazen this morning was particularly worthless and it may have been a reflection of your beautiful poem/teaching. :)

Thanks again.

Gassho, John

Dear John,


please, please, don"t judge your zazen.

as is

as

is

gassho


T.

Thank you Taigu. :)

Gassho, John

'Clap along if you feel like a room without a roof
Because I’m happy!'
Gassho.

Trois prosternations and gasshô

Pour vous, Anshu, en français...


Réponse à Joko,
Écrit dans le train du matin...

Merveilleux espace
Ni dans le dedans ni dans le dehors,
Quand tu n'es pas la
Alors les dix mille existences s'avancent
Et s'ouvre une prunelle sans bord
Et tourne une simple fleur de prunier
Ouvrir l'ouvert
Ainsi
Le corps tintant d'une clochette dans le vent
Dindin dindin dindin
Le poème ancien de Nyojo
Le dit si bien
Rien qui ne soit cela
Et rien à fabriquer, ni mots, ni formes
Le vaste espace est à la fois sceau et matière
Présence défaite d'elle-même
Notre vrai corps ouvert comme une bouche
Pendu dans l'espace

trois prosternations aussi.

T.