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    Poetry Corner

    Long seeking it through others,
    I was far from reaching it.
    Now I go by myself;
    I meet it everywhere.
    It is just I myself,
    And I am not itself.
    Understanding this way,
    I can be as I am.

    by,

    Tung-Shan

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    A masterís handiwork cannot be measured
    But still priests wag their tongues explaining the ďWayĒ and babbling about ďZen.Ē
    This old monk has never cared for false piety
    And my nose wrinkles at the dark smell of incense before the Buddha.

    by Ikkyu

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    I like this one, its a good reminder for me!
    -Greg

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    I like Ikkyu too - just recently picked up a book of his poetry:
    Crow with No Mouth

    I really like

    we live in a cage of light an amazing cage
    animals animals without end


    Not that I know what it means! :wink:

  5. #5

    poetry

    With thoughts now, often
    I go to open my mouth--
    gone! like startled birds.

  6. #6

    poetry

    Out there on the ice
    the game is playing the game:
    nothing's quite like it!

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    I think I've posted this elsewhere here, but I really like it.
    It's by Charles Simic, the poet laureate of the U.S.
    I think it captures the simplicity of our sitting and the possible role of rituals, robes and rites.

    STONE


    Go inside a stone
    That would be my way.
    Let somebody else become a dove
    Or gnash with a tiger's tooth.
    I am happy to be a stone.

    From the outside the stone is a riddle:
    No one knows how to answer it.
    Yet within, it must be cool and quiet
    Even though a cow steps on it full weight,
    Even though a child throws it in a river;
    The stone sinks, slow, unperturbed
    To the river bottom
    Where the fishes come to knock on it
    And listen.

    I have seen sparks fly out
    When two stones are rubbed,
    So perhaps it is not dark inside after all;
    Perhaps there is a moon shining
    From somewhere, as though behind a hill--
    Just enough light to make out
    The strange writings, the star-charts
    On the inner walls.

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    The other day after zazen, as my son slept I sat gazing at the most beautiful blue sky and big puffy white clouds, and I thought;

    Sipping afternoon tea
    Watching white clouds, blue sky
    The clouds taste nice

    I'm no poet and granted this thought was probably influenced by a lot of Thich Nhat Hanh, but it's what popped into my head. Today the sky's a bit grey. It'll probably still be grey after zazen, but that's ok. The clouds still taste the same.
    Cheers,
    Bruce

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    Above all, my fve poem

    TS Eliot's thesis on a Cat's Zazen!
    from The Naming of Cats
    "...But above and beyond there's still one name left over,
    And that is the name that you never will guess;
    The name that no human research can discover -
    But THE CAT HIMSELF KNOWS, and will never confess.
    When you notice a cat in profound meditation,
    The reason, I tell you, is always the same:
    His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation
    Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name:
    His ineffable effable
    Effanineffable
    Deep and inscrutable singular Name."


    now if I can find a poem describing how a cat mindfully eats... Or I may have observe my Chloe and write one myself!

    -Xander

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    This is awesome guys. Good idea. Poetry corner.

    This is from a teacher Ven. Shikai Osho from white wind zen sangha:

    Green porcelain tiles
    flecked red, gold.
    yellow forsythia
    caress azure sky

    birds chatter and
    under the walkway
    old men and women
    tango

    their cigarettes whisper
    of the twenties,
    the susurrus of their cloth shoes
    echo the rythms

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    Isn't this fun, Thanks to everybody for posting such great stuff.

    If anyone listens to Writer's Almanac on NPR, you heard this one today, but it just floored me.

    ---------------------------------------------------------------------

    Keys by Nancy Henry

    When things got hard
    I used to drive and keep on drivingó
    once to North Carolina
    once to Arizonaó
    I'm through with all that now, I hope.
    The last time was years ago.

    But oh, how I would drive
    and keep on driving!
    The universe around me
    all well in my control;
    anything I wanted on the radio,
    the air blasting hot or cold;
    sobbing as loudly as I cared to sob,
    screaming as loudly as I needed to scream.
    I would live on apples and black coffee,
    shower at truck stops,
    sleep curled up
    in the cozy back seat I loved.

    The last time, I left at 3 a.m.
    By New York state,
    I stopped screaming;
    by Tulsa
    I stopped sobbing;
    by the time I pulled into Flagstaff
    I was thinking
    about the Canyon,
    I was so empty.
    Thinking about the canyon
    I was.

    I sat on the rim at dawn,
    let all the colors fill me.
    It was cold. I saw my breath
    like steam from a soup pot.
    I saw small fossils in the gravel.
    I saw how much world there was

    how much darkness
    could be swept out
    by the sun.

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    Thanks Greg.

    Very transient. nice. yep.

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    Do you recognize this one?

    the fool on the hill
    sees the sun going down
    and the eyes in his head
    see the world spinning round


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    Shodoka: Song of Freedom

    by Yoka daishi (Yongjia, d. 713)
    translated by Yasuda Joshu roshi
    and Anzan Hoshin roshi



    Have you ever seen one of the Way?

    Beyond action and beyond learning,
    one is at ease,

    not struggling against delusion
    or grasping after the truth.

    One sees the nature of ignorance
    to be itself Essential Awareness,

    and the illusion of oneís own body
    is the Realm of Reality.

    Completely realizing
    the Realm of Reality to be objectless,

    one finds oneself the source of all things
    and oneís own nature to be Awake Awareness.

    The five aggregates arise and decay like
    aimless clouds,
    the three distorted orientations come and go
    like bubbles on water.

    Realizing Suchness, neither self nor things exist;
    in one moment cause and effect are liberated.

    If anything I say is untrue
    may my tongue be pulled out for countless eons.

    In a single moment of direct awakening
    to the Zen of Reality as a continuous presencing,
    the six perfections and countless skillful means
    are complete.

    The six realms of existence are a dream,
    in waking they are nowhere to be found.

    No error, no happiness, no loss, no gain;
    you wonít find these in the Actual Nature.

    Having given up wiping dust from the mirror,
    its brilliance is completely seen.

    Who is it that thinks of
    notĖthinking and nonĖexistence?
    The Unborn is realized
    within the born.

    Can a wooden puppet attain Buddhahood
    by its practice of notĖthinking?

    Without grasping at the four elements of this body,
    drink and eat aligned with the Actual Nature.

    Appearances are empty, all is impermanent;
    this is the complete view of the Those Gone Into Thusness.

    As a true monk I speak the truth.
    If you donít agree with me, letís discuss it;

    but remember that the Way of Awake Awareness
    aims for the root
    and is not tangled in branches and leaves.

    The wish-fulfilling pearl is not recognized by beings
    but here it is
    within the matrix of Reality as a continual presencing.

    The functioning of the six senses are neither
    "is" nor "not,"
    and come from luminosity neither
    formed nor formless.

    Clarifying the five kinds of vision
    brings the five powers.

    When you experience the truth
    you are without speculation.

    You can see your reflection in a mirror;
    but can you grasp the moon
    reflected in the water?

    We always walk alone;
    yet those who have attained all tread
    the same Way of liberation.

    Following this ancient Way, have a light heart.
    Wild looking, bones hardened,
    no one will notice you.

    The poverty of a child of the Buddha is obvious,
    but this poverty doesnít include her Zen.

    Patched robes show oneís poverty
    but the mind of Zen is beyond all value.

    This priceless jewel can be used without hesitation
    in caring for beings and ripening potentials.

    The three facets of Experiencing and four wisdoms are complete
    in this treasure;
    the six subtle perceptions and eight liberations are marks
    from this seal.

    Excellent students go right to the source.
    Fair and poor are hesitant to reveal
    and give up their soiled veils,
    and are proud of their external struggling.

    If folks argue and slander you, let them:
    they are playing with fire, trying to burn the sky.

    When I hear them, their words are drops of nectar
    and show me that this moment is free from conception.

    Abusive words are disguised blessings
    and my abusers good teachers.

    This mind has room for slander and abuse
    and is itself unborn compassion and patience.

    Penetrate both the Transmission and the teachings,
    practice harmonization and radical insight with brilliance,
    unclouded by notions of "voidness".

    I am not alone in this attainment
    which Buddhas numberless as grains of sand
    have displayed.

    Iíll freely speak the lionís Roar of Reality
    which strikes fear into the hearts of beasts.

    As the elephant flees, forgetting his pride
    the heavenly dragon listens silent and joyful.

    In the past Iíve crossed mountains and rivers
    searching for masters and teachings in Zen.

    Now I know the path of Caoxi and
    my realization is beyond birth and death.

    Donít lose your Zen whether walking or sitting,
    be at ease in speech or silence, moving or staying,

    Be calm even when facing a sword
    and your clarity will never be poisoned.

    Our teacher Sakyamuni met his teacher Dipamkara
    only after practising patience through countless eons.

    Birth and death follow each other ceaselessly.
    Awaken directly to Unborn Reality

    and be free from joy about fame
    or sorrow over loss.

    Stay in hermitages
    in mountains and valleys amongst the pines.

    Practice joyfully in vacant cabins.
    Live free from complexity.

    Understand Reality and your actions are without effort
    unlike the actions of the usual person.

    Charity given within conditions for heavenly reward
    is like shooting arrows into the sky.

    When its force is spent, the arrow falls
    just as beings go up, then down.

    The realm of conditionless action is not like that:
    it is a direct leap into the realm of Those Gone Into Thusness.

    Go to the root, leaving the branches.
    It is like the bright moon reflected in a crystal.

    Understand the jewel of liberation
    and use it to benefit yourself and all others.

    The moon rises over the river,
    wind moves in the pines

    all through the night. Purity. Calm.
    What does this calm mean?

    Vividly see the precepts of Essential Awareness
    and the seal of the mindĖground.

    Dew, fog, clouds, mists
    are the true robes of our bodies.

    The monkís bowl that subdued dragons,
    the staff that calmed fighting tigers
    with the sound of its hanging rings

    are not just relics from some old fable
    but symbols of the Thus Come Oneís precious Teachings.

    Donít seek truth or avoid delusion:
    both are wholly empty, without form.

    Neither empty nor formless,
    this is the body of the Buddha.

    The luminous mirror of Knowing reflects all shown it,
    its vast brilliance pervades numberless worlds.

    All that is, the ten thousand experiences,
    arise as this luminosity beyond within or without.

    Donít grasp at "voidness" and ignore cause and effect;
    such reckless confusion leads only to suffering.

    Rejecting the truth and grasping at entities is
    also a mistake,
    itís like jumping into a fire to avoid drowning.

    To reject delusion and grasp at the truth
    suits perfectly the mind of like and dislike.

    Students who practice this way,
    itís like mistaking a thief as your own son.

    Ignoring the treasure of Reality and losing the merit
    to Awaken self and others
    is due to the eighth, seventh and sixth consciousnesses.

    With direct insight into these, practice Zen
    and realise the Unborn with Radiant Intelligence.

    Be strong and use the sword of insight.
    Itís blade is sharp and bright as the vajra,

    it severs confusion
    and the pride of shining beings and demons.

    The thunder of the Reality rolls:
    beat the drum of the Teachings,

    spread clouds of compassion
    and loose the rain of nectar.

    "Dragons" and "elephants" arise to benefit countless beings
    and lead the five types of students through
    the Three Aspects of the Teachings.

    The milk from the Himalayas is pure and rich,
    it makes the ghee that I enjoy.

    One nature pervades all natures.
    One thing holds all things.

    One moon is reflected in all waters,
    all these reflections are one moon.

    The Realm of Reality of all Buddhas is my own nature,
    my own nature is all the Thus Come Ones.

    One stage of practice contains all stages,
    without form, without thought or action.

    In a finger snap eighty thousand doors are open
    and three great eons vanish in an instant.

    Names and categories and being without them
    have nothing to do with Perfect Knowing.

    It is without praise or blame,
    It is without boundaries, like space.

    It is wherever you stand.

    It is free of struggle and searching.

    It cannot be held or released.

    Give up the search.
    It is here.

    Its silence speaks, its speech is silent.
    Its great giving opens the door wide.

    If you ask me what doctrine I teach
    Iíll tell you itís Vast Awareness.

    No one can agree or disagree with this
    and even the shining beings can only speculate.

    Having practiced this for many years,
    I have no choice but to tell you the truth.

    "Raise the banner of the Teachings,
    proclaim the teachings of the Lineage."

    Such was the Buddhaís command to Caoxi.

    In the Indian records, Mahakasyapa was the first
    to receive and transmit the Lamp
    and then down through twenty eight Ancestors.

    Through the First Ancestor Bodhidharma
    the Teachings of Reality came east to the Middle Kingdom,

    through Six Ancestors who received the robe,
    and then to countless who have realized the Way.

    Truth does not stand alone, the false doesnít exist alone.
    When ideas of Ďbeing Ď and ĎnonĖbeingí vanish
    all is empty.

    The teachings about twenty emptinesses
    are intended to disentangle you;
    All are the display of this one body
    of the Thus Come.

    Mind arises with experiences as its objects.
    Subject and object are dust on a mirror.

    Free of dust, the mirror shines.
    The Actual Nature is known
    when mind and things do not arise.

    In this Age of Ending and this sad world
    suffering beings resist the truth.

    The time of the Buddha is long gone and confusion is deep.
    Delusion is strong, practice is weak,
    fear and hatred increase.

    Hearing the Direct Way of the Thus Come,
    some regret not being able to smash it to pieces.

    Craving gives rise to suffering.
    Donít blame others for your own actions.

    If you donít want to live in suffering
    do not slander the Teachings turned by the Thus Come.

    Only sandalwood
    grows with sandalwood.

    Lions rest in dark groves, wander alone and at ease
    where no other birds or animals are found.

    Lion cubs follow the elders
    and even a three year old can give the roar.

    A fox, even if he trails after the king of the Teachings,
    can still only yelp in vain.

    The radical Direct Teaching is beyond sentiment;
    there is no room for doubt or hesitation.

    This monk doesnít say this to create divisions;
    its just that you should know
    about the trap of permanence and its opposite.

    Right isnít "right," wrong isnít "wrong;"
    yet an inch of deviation leads a thousand miles off.

    A girl of the dragon people who didnít stray from the source,
    at once realized Buddha,
    while Sunaksatra was reborn in the hells.

    In my youth I collected knowledge,
    reading the Discourses and commentaries.

    I fell into name and form, which makes as much sense
    as trying to count the sands on the ocean floor.

    The Buddha was speaking about me when he said,
    "What gain is there in counting anotherís treasure?"

    I realized how for many years I had gone astray
    and wandered lost.

    Due to crooked inclinations and wrong views
    the Thus Comeís Direct Perfection is misunderstood.

    Men of the Narrow Path practice without compassion,
    worldly scholars have knowledge but no wisdom.

    Foolish, with wrong interpretations,
    they miss the pointing finger of the empty hand.

    Mistaking the finger for the moon
    their practice is confused
    and they fabricate complexity with senses and objects.

    When not one thing is seen, this
    is the Realm of Reality as a Continual Presencing
    and one is truly the Sovereign Seer.

    Understand the truth, and all conditional hindrances
    are nowhere to be found;
    not knowing true emptiness you worry
    about debits and credits.

    This is like a starving man turning down a
    feast for a king,
    or someone ill refusing the physicianís prescription.

    Practice Zen in this world of desires
    like a lotus blossoming in the midst of flames.

    Even Pradhanasura, although he broke the grave precepts
    woke up to the Unborn and achieved his realization of the Buddha.

    Having heard the Lionís Roar, the fearless teaching,
    what will become of those who obstinately waver?

    Breaking their precepts, losing their wisdom,
    they ignore the open door to the Thus Come.

    Once two monks, one who had committed sexual misconduct,
    the other had taken life,
    were condemned by Upaliís flickering wisdom.

    The great being Vimalakirti erased their doubts
    like the sun melting frost and snow.

    The inconceivable power to liberate beings
    has activities numberless as the sands of the Ganges.

    Making the four kinds of offerings,
    even a thousand gold pieces would not be enough;

    reducing bones and body to dust could not repay
    words ensuring a leap over numberless eons.

    This is the supreme Sovereign Reality,
    the experience of countless Thus Come Ones.

    Understanding what this precious jewel of mind is
    I now transmit it to any who will receive it.

    Seeing clearly, there is not one thing,
    not man, not Buddha.

    The worlds of the universe are like froth on the sea,
    sages and wise men appear like lightening.

    Even with a hot iron wheel burning on oneís head,
    great realized-practice will not be stirred.

    Even if demons can cool the sun and heat the moon,
    they cannot obstruct the truth of these words.

    When an elephant drawn carriage moves
    can a praying mantis block its passing?

    Elephants cannot fit into a rabbitís tracks,
    enlightenment cannot be circumscribed.

    Donít abuse the ultimate with narrow views.

    If you are not yet clear, this Song gives the key.

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    Thanks Jordan.

    Gassho

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    This is my favourite teaching, The Song of Mahamudra. The great sage Tilopa is teaching Naropa. These are the ancestors of the Karma Kagyu lineage of Tibetan Buddhism. See if you can see the similarity to Shikantaza.


    The Song of Mahamudra

    Mahamudra is beyond all words
    And symbols, but for you, Naropa,
    Earnest and loyal, must this be said.


    The Void needs no reliance,
    Mahamudra rests on nought.
    Without making an effort,
    One can break the yoke
    Thus gaining Liberation.


    If one sees nought when staring into space,
    If with the mind one then observes the mind,
    One destroys distinctions
    And reaches Buddhahood.


    The clouds that wander through the sky
    Have no roots, no home; nor do the distinctive
    Thoughts floating through the mind.
    Once the Self-mind is seen,
    Discrimination stops.


    In space shapes and colors form,
    But neither by black nor white is space tinged.
    From the Self-mind all things emerge, the mind
    By virtues and by vices is not stained.


    The darkness of ages cannot shroud
    The glowing sun; the long kalpas
    Of Samsara ne'er can hide
    The Mind's brilliant light.


    Though words are spoken to explain the Void,
    The Void as such can never be expressed.
    Though we say "the mind is a bright light,"
    It is beyond all words and symbols.
    Although the mind is void in essence,
    All things it embraces and contains.


    Do nought with the body but relax,
    Shut firm the mouth and think of nought.
    Empty your mind and think of nought.
    Like a hollow bamboo
    Rest at ease your body.
    Giving not nor taking,
    Put your mind at rest.
    Mahamudra is like a mind that clings to nought.
    Thus practicing, in time you will reach Buddhahood.


    The practice of Mantra and Paramita,
    Instruction in the Sutras and Precepts,
    And teaching from the Schools and Scriptures will not bring
    Realization of the Innate Truth.
    For if the mind when filled with some desire
    Should seek a goal, it only hides the Light.


    He who keeps Tantric Precepts
    Yet discriminates, betrays
    The spirit of Samaya.
    Cease all activity, abandon
    All desire, let thoughts rise and fall
    As they will like the ocean waves.
    He who never harms the Non-abiding
    Nor the Principle of Non-distinction,
    Upholds the Tantric Precepts.


    He who abandons craving
    And clings not to this or that,
    Perceives the real meaning
    Given in the Scriptures.


    In Mahamudra all one's sins are burned;
    In Mahamudra one is released
    From the prison of this world.
    This is the Dharma's supreme torch.
    Those who disbelieve it
    Are fools who ever wallow
    In misery and sorrow.


    To strive for Liberation
    One should rely on a Guru.
    When your mind receives his blessing
    Emancipation is at hand.


    Alas, all things in this world are meaningless,
    They are but sorrow's seeds.
    Small teachings lead to acts;
    One should only follow
    Teachings that are great.


    To transcend duality
    Is the Kingly View;
    To conquer distractions is
    The Royal Practice;
    The Path of No-practice
    Is the Way of Buddhas;
    He who treads that Path
    Reaches Buddhahood.


    Transient is this world;
    Like phantoms and dreams,
    Substance it has none.
    Renounce it and forsake your kin,
    Cut the strings of lust and hatred,
    Meditate in woods and mountains.
    If without effort you remain
    Loosely in the "natural state,"
    Soon Mahamudra you will win
    And attain the Non-attainment.


    Cut the root of a tree
    And the leaves will wither;
    Cut the root of your mind
    And samsara falls.


    The light of any lamp
    Dispels in a moment
    The darkness of long kalpas;
    The strong light of the mind
    In but a flash will burn
    The veil of ignorance.


    Whoever clings to mind sees not
    The truth of what's Beyond the mind.
    Whoever stives to practice Dharma
    Finds not the truth of Beyond-practice.
    To know what is Beyond both mind and practice,
    One should cut cleanly through the root of mind
    And stare naked. One should thus break away
    From all distinctions and remain at ease.


    One should not give or take
    But remain natural,
    For Mahamudra is beyond
    All acceptance and rejection.
    Since the Alaya is not born,
    No one can obstruct or soil it;
    Staying in the "Unborn" realm
    All appearance will dissolve
    Into the Dharmata, all self-will
    And pride will vanish into nought.


    The supreme Understanding transcends
    All this and that. The supreme Action
    Embraces great resourcefulness
    Without attachment. The supreme
    Accomplishment is to realize
    Immanence without hope.


    At first a yogi feels his mind
    Is tumbling like a waterfall;
    In mid-course, like the Ganges
    It flows on slow and gentle;
    In the end, it is a great
    Vast ocean, where the Lights
    Of Son and Mother merge in one.

  17. #17
    Hi guys!


    Thanks for all the great posts.


    Gassho,

    Hans

  18. #18
    Dear Bruce and Jordan,

    Thank you very much for posting those translations of the Song of Freedom and the Mahamudra. Ah, they don't write stuff like they used to anymore!

    I would like to underline just a few lines that echo some of what we have been talking about around here (of course, the way I put things is much less beautiful) ...

    not struggling against delusion
    or grasping after the truth.

    One sees the nature of ignorance
    to be itself Essential Awareness,

    and the illusion of oneís own body
    is the Realm of Reality.

    Completely realizing
    the Realm of Reality to be objectless,

    one finds oneself the source of all things
    and oneís own nature to be Awake Awareness. [Jundo]

    --- [From the Mahamudra]:


    Do nought with the body but relax,
    Shut firm the mouth and think of nought.
    Empty your mind and think of nought.
    Like a hollow bamboo
    Rest at ease your body.
    Giving not nor taking,
    Put your mind at rest.
    Mahamudra is like a mind that clings to nought.
    Thus practicing, in time you will reach Buddhahood.



    ...

    Realizing Suchness, neither self nor things exist;
    in one moment cause and effect are liberated.

    If anything I say is untrue
    may my tongue be pulled out for countless eons. [Jundo]

    ---

    Donít lose your Zen whether walking or sitting,
    be at ease in speech or silence, moving or staying,

    Be calm even when facing a sword
    and your clarity will never be poisoned.
    Such good stuff! Gassho, J

  19. #19
    Jundo,
    I think someone could make a lifetime examining the song of freedom.
    Glad you appreciate it.

    Gassho,
    Jordan

  20. #20
    Hi,

    Iíve never really written any poetry, but this one sort of popped into my head while thinking about Nishijima Roshiís analogy of a pearl on a razorís edge for describing our freedom of choice in the present moment. Anyway, for what itís worth...


    A blade of grass in the wind,
    a withered leaf on a tree.

    Seemingly bound,
    yet perfectly free.

    A pearl on a razorís edge Ė
    no place to abide.

    How, what, where, when?
    Only you can decide.



    Gassho
    Kenneth

  21. #21

    poetry corner

    sitting with a cake
    iced with brightly burning flames
    one big breath and ..... pouf!

  22. #22
    Is that metaphorical Keishin or was it your birthday

  23. #23

    poetry corner

    yes, Will, yes indeed, 'tis true

  24. #24

  25. #25

    poetry corner

    changing on the fly
    motion flows into motion
    in pursuit of pucks

  26. #26
    Part Two XII

    "Want the change. Be inspired by the flame
    where everything shines as it disappears.
    The artist, when sketching, loves nothing so much
    as the curve of the body as it turns away.

    What locks itself in sameness has congealed.
    Is it safer to be gray and numb?
    What turns hard becomes rigid
    and is easily shattered.

    Pour yourself out like a fountain.
    Flow into the knowledge that what you are seeking
    finishes often at the start, and, with ending, begins.

    Every happiness is the child of a separation
    it did not think it could survive. And Daphne, becoming a laurel,
    dares you to become the wind."

    by an other


    Namaste...

    Urug 8)

  27. #27

    poetry corner

    Hello Urug:
    Just saw your poem--beautiful!!

  28. #28
    How do you know there is grass under the snow if it's unseen?

    Or is it metaphorical?


  29. #29

    poetry corner

    all one, yet boundaries?
    now if it weren't for precepts
    I'd never find them

  30. #30
    Run; Run;
    With Nowhere to go...


    photo by:Paul Caponigro

  31. #31
    This came to me while I was running awhile back.


    A Runner's Haiku

    Running three miles
    For the first time
    The trees give high-fives


    Gassho,
    Keith

  32. #32
    Hiking in the Totsugawa Gorge (Gary Snyder)

    pissing

    watching

    a waterfall

  33. #33
    Thanks guys.

    Gassho

  34. #34
    This is one of my favorite poem

    I do not cease swimming in the seas of love,
    rising with the wave, then descending;
    now the wave sustains me, and then I sink beneath it;
    love bears me away where there is no longer any shore.
    -Al Hallaj-

    Gassho
    Jarkko

  35. #35
    Haiku:

    Down on the Zafu
    The world will reveal as one
    Who does the breathing?

  36. #36

    poetry corner

    As for the precepts:
    when do I truly mind mine
    if I mind others'?

  37. #37
    How is a haiku defined? I always thought it was 5 syllables, than 7, than 5. But I see many here and in other places that do not follow this structure.

    Does a Haiku have set 'rules', or is it ultimately beyond set definitions?

  38. #38

    Re: poetry corner

    Quote Originally Posted by Keishin
    As for the precepts:
    when do I truly mind mine
    if I mind others'?
    Is this yours Keishin?

    I like it very much.

    Thanks,
    Bill

  39. #39

    Re: poetry corner

    Quote Originally Posted by DontKnow
    Quote Originally Posted by Keishin
    As for the precepts:
    when do I truly mind mine
    if I mind others'?
    Is this yours Keishin?

    I like it very much.

    Thanks,
    Bill
    I second that.

    Gassho,
    Kelly

  40. #40

    poetry corner

    Why, thank you kindly--Kelly and Bill
    Yes, I did write it.

    There was another which arose at the same time:

    I don't need others
    to keep the precepts for me
    after all, they're mine!

    but of the two, I liked the first one better.

    anyway, when the brain synapses get something out, it's pretty cool...rare, but that's what makes it so cool.

    I am blown away by the wonderfully talented, creative, artistic folks here. A little might be rubbing off on me (I've only been doing haiku since blogging here).

    gassho
    keishin

  41. #41
    'Aha'! Thanks HezB.

    Gassho,
    Kelly

  42. #42

    poetry corner

    Yes, thank you Harry, for the lesson in haiku. I'm telling you--if I stick around here long enough, I just might end up with an education!
    Hello Kelly and others here:
    I actually like to work with the 5, 7, 5 constraint. Getting a thought to fall within it is a bit of a challenge. English is awkward and doesn't easily lend itself to it--but that's precisely what I like about it. I like to discover the seed of the thought, just as it 'germinates.' To me, it is bonsai prose/poetry: small, yet complete.
    Having the 5, 7, 5 form requires me to work with the thought a bit--when the lines find themselves, it's a little like putting a puzzle ring back together--taaa daaaa!
    gassho
    keishin

  43. #43

    Re: poetry corner

    Quote Originally Posted by Keishin
    Yes, thank you Harry, for the lesson in haiku. I'm telling you--if I stick around here long enough, I just might end up with an education!
    Hello Kelly and others here:
    I actually like to work with the 5, 7, 5 constraint. Getting a thought to fall within it is a bit of a challenge. English is awkward and doesn't easily lend itself to it--but that's precisely what I like about it. I like to discover the seed of the thought, just as it 'germinates.' To me, it is bonsai prose/poetry: small, yet complete.
    Having the 5, 7, 5 form requires me to work with the thought a bit--when the lines find themselves, it's a little like putting a puzzle ring back together--taaa daaaa!
    gassho
    keishin
    I agree, I have a couple other Haiku, but they just don't seem complete yet, not until I reach the 5-7-5 outline. That is not to say I 'grasp' for such conformity, but I kind of like the challenge of complying with it.

    I've never really been one for poetry, but recently Haiku have been popping into my head (or at least the seeds from which to grow a 'complete' haiku). These tiny poems fascinate me a bit. They say that a picture is worth a thousand words, and yet a handful of carefully constructed words can paint a vivid picture.

    I also find that some of the haiku here, such as your last couple Keishin, remind me a little of Koan, which also intrigues me.

    Gassho,
    Kelly

  44. #44

    Poem

    The sky and I laugh
    at the grass.
    The grass and I laugh
    at the sky.
    The sky and the grass
    laugh
    at me.
    In each case, I laugh
    at myself.
    In each case, I laugh
    at nothing.

  45. #45

    poetry

    two thousand and eight
    is three hundred sixty five
    one by one by one....



    happy everyday,every day, this new year!

  46. #46
    All phenomena are impermanent
    our emotions bring pain
    there is no inherent existence of things
    there can be nothing to gain

    Buddhism is beyond culture
    but practised by many human beings
    their traditions are the cup
    that holds the true teachings

    Look beyond the words
    look beyond the robes
    look beyond the rituals
    Dharma is also a verb

  47. #47
    The mind is the Buddha,
    the Buddha is the mind,
    Beyond the mind there's no Buddha,
    beyond the Buddha there's no mind.

    From the Bloodstream sermon attributed to Bodaidaruma

    Will could probably make a rather fly house-mix out of that! Hey Will?

  48. #48
    Thanks for the idea. 8)

    Is Bodaidaruma: Bohdidharma in Japanese?

    Gassho will

  49. #49
    Quote Originally Posted by will
    Thanks for the idea. 8)

    Is Bodaidaruma: Bohdidharma in Japanese?

    Gassho will
    Yep!

    When you understand,
    reality depends on you.
    When you don't understand,
    you depend on reality.
    When reality depends on you,
    that which isn't real becomes real.
    When you depend on reality,
    that which is real becomes false.
    When reality depends on you,
    everything is true.

    From the wake-up sermon attributed to Bodaidaruma.

  50. #50
    In love, nothing exists between heart and heart.
    Speech is born out of longing,
    True description from the real taste.
    The one who tastes, knows;
    the one who explains, lies.
    How can you describe the true form of Something
    In whose presence you are blotted out?
    And in whose being you still exist?
    And who lives as a sign for your journey?

    -Rabia al Basri-

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