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    Sun sets, bell sounds, the mist.
    Headwind on the road, the going hard.
    Evening Sun at Cold Mountain.
    Horses tread men's shadows.

    Ching An
    Practice with humility, respect all beings, avoid attachments, give rise to prajña from your own awareness, put an end to delusions - Hui-neng

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    PRECONCEPTIONS
    by Milarepa


    Just as fog is dispelled by the strength of the sun
    and is dispelled no other way,
    preconception is cleared by the strength of realization.
    Experience them as baseless dreams.
    Experience them as ephemeral bubbles.
    Experience them as insubstantial rainbows.
    Experience them as indivisible space


    Gassho,
    Myosha
    Practice with humility, respect all beings, avoid attachments, give rise to prajña from your own awareness, put an end to delusions - Hui-neng

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    Talking about food won’t fill your stomach.
    Talk about clothing won’t keep out cold.
    To be full, eat rice.
    To stay warm, wear clothes.
    Those who don’t understand
    complain it’s hard to get help from Buddha.
    Look inside your heart. That’s where Buddha is.
    Don’t look for him outside.
    --Han Shan
    To give up yourself without regret is the greatest charity. --RBB

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    Talking about food will fill your stomach.
    Talk about clothing will keep out cold.
    To be empty, eat rice.
    To stay cold, wear clothes.
    Those who understand complain it’s hard to get help from Buddha.
    Look outside your heart. That’s where Buddha is.
    Don’t look for him inside.

    --Jishin

    Gassho, Jishin

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    Gassho,

    Vincent


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    To see a World in a Grain of Sand
    And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
    Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
    And Eternity in an hour.

    William Blake


    Gassho,
    Myosha
    Practice with humility, respect all beings, avoid attachments, give rise to prajña from your own awareness, put an end to delusions - Hui-neng

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    One Art
    BY ELIZABETH BISHOP
    The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
    so many things seem filled with the intent
    to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

    Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
    of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
    The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

    Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
    places, and names, and where it was you meant
    to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

    I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or
    next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
    The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

    I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
    some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
    I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster.

    —Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
    I love) I shan’t have lied. It’s evident
    the art of losing’s not too hard to master
    though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

    ----
    Gassho
    Senryu
    Please forgive any mistake in my writing. Like in Zen, in English I am only a beginner.

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    Somehow the thread about faith reminded me of this poem.
    Translation by me; unconventional grammar is intentional.
    Look at the dates and then please excuse the gendered language.

    Gassho,
    Nindo


    ----
    An Sich

    Sei dennoch unverzagt! Gib dennoch unverloren!
    Weich keinem Glücke nicht, steh höher als der Neid,
    vergnüge dich an dir und acht es für kein Leid,
    hat sich gleich wider dich Glück, Ort und Zeit verschworen.
     
    Was dich betrübt und labt, halt alles für erkoren;
    nimm dein Verhängnis an. Laß alles unbereut.
    Tu, was getan muß sein, und eh man dir's gebeut.
    Was du noch hoffen kannst, das wird noch stets geboren.
     
    Was klagt, was lobt man noch? Sein Unglück und sein Glücke
    ist ihm ein jeder selbst. Schau alle Sachen an:
    dies alles ist in dir. Laß deinen eitlen Wahn,
     
    und eh du fürder gehst, so geh in dich zurücke.
    Wer sein selbst Meister ist und sich beherrschen kann,
    dem ist die weite Welt und alles untertan.
     
     
    To Self
     
    For all that, don't be despondent! Nevertheless, count not for lost!
    Yield to no fortune; stand higher than envy,
    delight in yourself and regard it no affliction
    even if fortune, place and time have conspired against you.
     
    What grieves and nourishes you, consider it your choice;
    accept your fate. Leave everything unregretted.
    Do what must be done and ere it’s demanded of you.
    What you can still hope for, will yet ever be born.
     
    What good is it to still lament or praise? His misfortune and his luck
    is, to each man, he himself. Look at all things:
    this all is in you. Let go of your vain delusion,
     
    and before you go on further, go back into yourself.
    Whoever is his own master and can restrain himself,
    he has conquered the wide world and everything.

    - Paul Fleming, 1609-1640

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    Joy in the morning,
    Sleep in the evening,
    What else?

    -
    Ekon
    "When you do something, you should burn yourself completely, like a good bonfire, leaving no trace of yourself."
    Shunryu Suzuki

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    Buddhas and ancestors cut to pieces;
    The sword is ever kept sharpened.
    Where the wheel turns,
    The void gnashes its teeth.

    Death poem of Shûhõ Myõchõ (1282-1337)
    Practice with humility, respect all beings, avoid attachments, give rise to prajña from your own awareness, put an end to delusions - Hui-neng

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    Yes, I’m truly a dunce
    Living among trees and plants.
    Please don’t question me about illusion and enlightenment --
    This old fellow just likes to smile to himself.
    I wade across streams with bony legs,
    And carry a bag about in fine spring weather.
    That’s my life,
    And the world owes me nothing.

    Ryokan
    Practice with humility, respect all beings, avoid attachments, give rise to prajña from your own awareness, put an end to delusions - Hui-neng

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    Mind and Senses

    The mind is an organ of thought and objects are set against it:
    The two are like marks on the surface of the mirror;
    When the dirt is removed, the light begins to shine.
    Both mind and objects being forgotten, Ultimate Nature
    reveals itself true.

    Yung-chia Hsüan-chüeh


    Gassho,
    Myosha
    Practice with humility, respect all beings, avoid attachments, give rise to prajña from your own awareness, put an end to delusions - Hui-neng

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    Thanks for ryokan

    Kind regards. /\
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    Rich
    MUHYO
    無 (MU, Emptiness) and 氷 (HYO, Ice) ... Emptiness Ice ...

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    The thief left it behind:
    the moon
    at my window.

    -Ryōkan
    (Written after a thief robbed his hut)
    "When you do something, you should burn yourself completely, like a good bonfire, leaving no trace of yourself."
    Shunryu Suzuki

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    As flowing waters disappear into the mist
    We lose all track of their passage.
    Every heart is its own Buddha.
    Ease off ... become immortal.

    Wake up! The world's a mote of dust.
    Behold heaven's round mirror.
    Turn loose! Slip past shape and shadow,
    Sit side by side with nothing, save Tao.

    - Shih-shu, 1703
    Practice with humility, respect all beings, avoid attachments, give rise to prajña from your own awareness, put an end to delusions - Hui-neng

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    Four hours of zazen to go and the sesshin is over.
    What did I learn?

    There's nothing to it really. Kokushi was an old fool.

    Not much of a poem huh?

    Gassho

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    The sun is rising
    Sinking softly out of sight
    Midnight crickets chirp

    Gassho, John

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    Spring has its hundred flowers,
    Autumn its moon,
    Summer has its cooling breezes,
    Winter its snow.
    If you allow no idle concerns
    To weigh on your heart,
    Your whole life will be one
    Perennial good season.


    Gassho,
    Myosha
    Practice with humility, respect all beings, avoid attachments, give rise to prajña from your own awareness, put an end to delusions - Hui-neng

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    from Walt Whitman, Song of Myself, canto #20

    In all people I see myself, none more and not one a barley-corn less,
    And the good or bad I say of myself I say of them.

    I know I am solid and sound,
    To me the converging objects of the universe perpetually flow,
    All are written to me, and I must get what the writing means.

    I know I am deathless,
    I know this orbit of mine cannot be swept by a carpenter's compass,
    I know I shall not pass like a child's carlacue cut with a burnt
    stick at night.

    I know I am august,
    I do not trouble my spirit to vindicate itself or be understood,
    I see that the elementary laws never apologize,
    (I reckon I behave no prouder than the level I plant my house by,
    after all.)

    I exist as I am, that is enough,
    If no other in the world be aware I sit content,
    And if each and all be aware I sit content.

    One world is aware and by far the largest to me, and that is myself,
    And whether I come to my own to-day or in ten thousand or ten
    million years,
    I can cheerfully take it now, or with equal cheerfulness I can wait.
    --- In every moment of our sitting all beings are receiving the ultimate help; they are all achieving perfect peace and perfect rest. --- Norman Fischer

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    Pilfered with gratitude:

    "Ryokan once wrote;

    Blue sky, cold geese honk
    On a bare mountain, tree leaves flutter.
    At dusk in the village, smoke billows from every house.
    Alone with my empty bowl, I head home.

    Zen has taught me to experience life as it occurs, experience these fleeting moments of clarity, along with everything else in life, the good and the not so good, the happy and the sad, the blade of grass and the ripples on the pond,yet at the end of the day I try not to become attached to these things. I head home with an empty bowl.

    Of course at times this is easier said than done.


    Gassho,
    Mike"


    Gassho,
    Myosha
    Practice with humility, respect all beings, avoid attachments, give rise to prajña from your own awareness, put an end to delusions - Hui-neng

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    Dance, when you're broken open. Dance, if you've torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you're perfectly free.

    Rumi
    Gassho,
    "Heitetsu"
    Christopher

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    One, seven, three, five.
    What you search for cannot be grasped.
    As the night deepens,
    the moon brightens over the ocean.
    The black dragon's jewel
    is found in every wave.
    Looking for the moon,
    it is here in this wave
    and the next.

    A verse that master Hsueh-t'ou Ch'ung-hsien wrote for a disciple (Translated by Yasuda Joshu Roshi and Anzan Hoshin Roshi, from Cooking Zen, Great Matter Publications. 1996)

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    I deplore this vulgar place
    where demons dwell with worthies.
    They say they're the same,
    but is the Tao impartial?
    A fox might ape a lion's mien
    and claim the disguise is real,
    but once ore enters the furnace,
    we soon see if it's gold or base.

    - Hanshan

    Last edited by Myosha; 10-15-2014 at 05:04 PM.
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    Exposure

    Seamus Heaney

    It is December in Wicklow:
    Alders dripping, birches
    Inheriting the last light,
    The ash tree cold to look at.

    A comet that was lost
    Should be visible at sunset,
    Those million tons of light
    Like a glimmer of haws and rose-hips,

    And I sometimes see a falling star.
    If I could come on meteorite!
    Instead I walk through damp leaves,
    Husks, the spent flukes of autumn,

    Imagining a hero
    On some muddy compound,
    His gift like a slingstone
    Whirled for the desperate.

    How did I end up like this?
    I often think of my friends'
    Beautiful prismatic counselling
    And the anvil brains of some who hate me

    As I sit weighing and weighing
    My responsible tristia.
    For what? For the ear? For the people?
    For what is said behind-backs?

    Rain comes down through the alders,
    Its low conductive voices
    Mutter about let-downs and erosions
    And yet each drop recalls

    The diamond absolutes.
    I am neither internee nor informer;
    An inner йmigrй, grown long-haired
    And thoughtful; a wood-kerne

    Escaped from the massacre,
    Taking protective colouring
    From bole and bark, feeling
    Every wind that blows;

    Who, blowing up these sparks
    For their meagre heat, have missed
    The once-in-a-lifetime portent,
    The comet's pulsing rose.

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