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The other one's just getting too long.
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Posted by Jordan:
After Basho's famous frog haiku
after basho's frog haiku
the garden pond
speaks more volume
after basho's frog haiku
every splash at the pond
eddies to the centre of my heart
after basho's frog haiku
each sight of the amphibian
the echo of a splash
Basho who revolutionises the haiku world
and became an icon after this famous poem:
old pond
a frog jumps in
the sound of water
john tiong chunghoo
If you think a spring-
ing frog is hard to follow:
A flowing spring.
clyde (written almost 40 years ago)
Are you looking for me?
I am in the next seat.
My shoulder is against yours.
You will not find me in stupas, not in Indian shrine rooms,
nor in synagogues, nor in cathedrals:
not in masses, nor kirtans, not in legs winding around your own neck,
nor in eating nothing but vegetables.
When you really look for me, you will see me instantly
—you will find me in the tiniest house of time.
Kabir says: Student, tell me, what is God?
--the breath inside the breath.
This poem was written by Kabir - a Muslim and Hindu mystic from the 13th Century. A talk by Dean Sluyter on the InterDependence podcast brought this to my attention, even though I later discovered this poem in a book on my bookshelf: The Enlightened Heart (edited by Stephen Mitchell).
Dean Sluyter elaborates on the phrase "you will find me in the tiniest house of time": How long is a moment? It has no duration. The future is huge. The past is huge. But it is never the past and it is never the future. The present is infinitely tiny but it is always the present. So pay attention to what is happening right now.
Entering
To be locked outside the image
Is to lose the legends
Resonant in the air
When the bells have stopped ringing.
If water soaks into the stone
And sunlight is permitted to caress
The worm and the root
And the feather lodged in the bird's flesh
Contributes to its flight
It is right
To enter the petal and the flame
Live in the singing throat
Mention a buried name
And learn the justice of the skeleton.
Entering,
I know that God is growth
In this garden of death.
I will always love the strangenesss
And never be a stranger
In that thought
As I parry the shrivelling demons
And do my failing best
To rest
Among the flowing, growing forms
That open to my will,
Give access to their mercy
And share their skill.
By Brendan Kennelly
Gasho
Nadi
Samurai Song
When I had no roof I made
Audacity my roof. When I had
No supper my eyes dined.
When I had no eyes I listened.
When I had no ears I thought.
When I had no thought I waited.
When I had no father I made
Care my father. When I had
No mother I embraced order.
When I had no friend I made
Quiet my friend. When I had no
Enemy I opposed my body.
When I had no temple I made
My voice my temple. I have
No priest, my tongue is my choir.
When I have no means fortune
Is my means. When I have
Nothing, death will be my fortune.
Need is my tactic, detachment
Is my strategy. When I had
No lover I courted my sleep.
—Robert Pinsky
From Spring, Summer, Winter, Autumn......and Spring (a cool movie)
From the final scene, those who haven't seen the entire movie won't get the whole picture, it's cool nonetheless.
Not sure of the poems meaning, but I've looked at from the movie's pov. Not to metion it's an enoyable korean folk song.
Blast it on the speakers, nice voice - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SKDm2KLACT0[/video]]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SKDm2KLACT0
Jeonseon Ari-Rang
Kang-Won-Do. The Kungang Mountain
The small Buddhist temples
Surround the Great Uk-Jun temple
At the temple of the Great Bear
She prays for the son
she can never have in this life
For 100 days she prays for a son.
Oh, green mountain!
There was someone who was born alone
very far from the village.
He suffers many difficulties in life.
And has no interest in anything
He leaves the secular world
And lives according to Buddhis scripture
wandering from place to place.
The Buddhist world is different to the secular one
His mind becomes clearer and clearer
He watches the sunset with no worries
He recalls old memories
And they do not trouble him
Our human eyes
see only sadness and misery.
A-Ri-Rang
A-Ri-Rang
A-Ri-Rang
A-Ri-Rang
Let me climb over
the A-Ri-Rang Peak
OVer the high and dangerous mountains
And through the many thorny bushes
Let me get past them
And follow the stream throught the valley
I have come through all of the obstacles alone
I have come all this way
To see the truth
But still I don't see it.
Kang-Won-Do
Kum-gang Mountain
It's 12,000 peaks
Statues of Buddha stand
in front of the small temples
she lights a candle at all of them
she brings her hands together
to pray for a child.
And prays sincerely.
No need to worry.
It's all ok.
This life is speaking,
What does it say?
When life is dropped,
And struggle aside.
Things weeded out;
Lost in life's tide.
We come back to this moment,
When we learn how.
Don't worry. OK.
Just, be, here, now.
This life is calling.
What does it say?
Don't listen. Hear it.
And then you can play.
Let things be.
I know it sounds hard.
But don't fool yourself.
There's nothing to guard.
--------
Those Zen teachers,
Are for the birds.
Out the window.
Haven't you heard?
Where is the window?
On the left we think,
It cannot be found,
There is no link.
Birdshit on pavement.
Cool spring day.
Scent on the wind.
This, and that way.
Put it down,
And then let it be.
Sit on your butt,
Like a big ol' tree.
These Zen teachers,
Are in the air.
Beside the trees.
And in your hair.
On a scent,
In a buzzzzzzzz.
When paying your rent.
Because that's what they doezzzzzz
Gassho
Thanks will, your poem is a wonderful way for me to start my day. Gassho Kent :D
Nice one Will.
Gasho and Greets,
Nadi
Subjective
Emersed
Zero
Points
Whispers
What?
Take it
Hold it
Begone
Gassho
Ghosts Were Watching Them Ghost Movies
Late evening in the building across the road
Behind translucent sheers or through the blinds
The bluish, ever changing lights of TV screens
Titillating, whirling, receding for an instant
Only to return with fury and vanish again and again.
The dialogues and the thunder of the explosions
Stay within the walls, however.
Not a drop of fiction spills on the street.
Dawn brings the birds with their brand of silence
And the Sun appears on every window pane.
Wild Geese
by Mary Oliver
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting —
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
Gassho
More spring cleaning chores
Green stains outside the front door
Wait-Don’t scrub! Mantis prays.
Mindfulness surprise
Where busy thoughts mask my eyes
Empty mind—I see!
Ann
Rain
Splat
Chug
Tink
Branches weave
Horizon lost
Water to white
Grey
Damp
Scent
Squawk Squawk
G,W
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From Kungfu Panda:
Yesterday is history,
Tomorrow is a mystery,
Today is a gift.
That is why it is called "the present".
W
When I listen,
What I hear,
Is me . . .
clyde
I sit by myself
In an empty room
Fighting
Who won
No one was there
Lora
In the dark night,
seeing the empty sky,
It's empty but it's pervading anywhere.
Accompanied by a cup of tea in my hand,
I'm seeing the moon's reflection.
Drinking the tea, I just drink the universe.
Shui Di.
hey Buddha
as i was going to work
i saw you sitting along the road
so i had to run you over
but the strangest thing happened
on my way back
you were still there
so i did it again
but the next morning
you were still there
so i just drove by
and then you were gone
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Water sparks.
Tree's anthem.
Tongue valley.
with total trust
i cannot return to a life without zazen
heart can soften
and gently let go
Yes
It could happen any time,
tornado,
earthquake, Armageddon. It
could happen.
Or sunshine, love,
salvation.
It could, you know. That's
why we wake
and look out - no
guarantees
in this life.
But some bonuses, like
morning,
like right now, like noon,
like evening.
- William Stafford
(from http://www.whiskeyriver.blogspot.com)
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Very very good stuff here,guys.
Taigu
Gassho to all,
Thank you for the lovely words.
Regarding:
"old pond
a frog jumps in
the sound of water"
Is the response:
Old pond
Bassho jumps in
the sound of water
?? I know I read it somewhere.
gassho,
rowan
Hi, Everyone,
An old pond -
The sound of the water.
When a frog jumps in.
Basho
Sengai's reply:
If there were a pond
hereabouts,
I would jump in
And let Basho hear the splash.
Blessings, Lora
Nice... :D
GAssho, Shui Di
~Noble Mirror~
Where is the noble mirror...
It's bright and eternal.
Look for it, you will lose it.
Ignore it, you won't see the truth.
Talk about it, you'll be lost.
It's not object and reflection,
But the object is just the reflection.
It's not inside or out side,
But it's just inside and outside.
It's no side, and include all side.
When the two emerge to one,
the one will manifest to ten direction.
All Buddhas from ten direction.
Sound is just the sound,
light is just the light.
When you hear the sound of no sound,
Seeing the light within the darkness.
The Buddha is just in your very eyes.
Just in your very mind.
Watch Out...!!!
Gassho, Shui di
You find a flower half-buried in leaves,
And in your eye its very fate resides.
Loving beauty, you caress the bloom;
Soon enough, you’ll sweep petals from the floor.
Han Shan
Steamy shower hot water
God's hand: airlift to safety
this surprised spider
Re your poem:
Oh, wow, Keishin!
How great is that!
Thankyou
Lora
Have we forgotten,
the taste of snow?
The cool smell?
The fascination,
of cold breath?
Have we forgotten: cool beverage,
On a hot summers day?
Watching the grass move,
And the trees wave?
Where the sleeve,
Meets the arm?
The smell of old wood,
Painted red,
Peeling and Grey.
Have we forgotten to wake up,
And go to sleep?
A warm bed?
Silent crickets?
The tap of a branch on the window?
A conversation,
On the pillow.
Where did it go?
Where
does
it
come
from?
How can it be forgotten?
How can it be lost?
This moment.
This breath.
This taste,
Touch.
Smell.
Color.
and sound.
Infinite in variety.
Yet,
all One.
W
Go ahead.
Try.
Try to put me in a box.
Try to stick me in with the rest of the junk.
But I'll tell you something,
I won't fit.
W
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die . . .
-Anonymous
It is fascinating,
what you can tell,
By the way someone,
Rings a bell
?~?___________.
Revision:
It is fascinating,
what you can tell,
By the way we hear,
the ringing of a bell
?~?___________.
Our cups of coffee. Birds green trees
In the blue shade, the sun gambols from one wall
To another like a gazelle
The water in the clouds has the unlimited shape of what is left to us
Of the sky. And other things of suspended memories
Reveal that this morning is powerful and splendid,
And that we are the guests of eternity.
?
A little of this absolute and blue infinity
Would be enough
To lighten the burden of these times
And to cleanse the mire of this place.
- Mahmoud Darwish
from Under Siege
From whiskeyriver.blogspot.com
Just this...
as it is...
Gassho, Shuidi :D
Enough. These few words are enough.
If not these words, this breath.
If not this breath, this sitting here.
This opening to the life
we have refused
again and again
until now.
Until now.
- David Whyte
lassie and timmy
quiet mountain
resting behind the mist,
spring perfume
Daughter on lap
Empty Zen hall
Precious moments
squirming and stillness.
Experts all around!
Experts all around!
I whisper to the ground.
Experts all around.
Dog!
On his back.
Waits for a belly rub.
Birds!
Past the window,
With not one thing to snub.
Except, perhaps a foe,
Who might just eat the young.
Perhaps a loud cry,
That is wailed instead of sung.
Experts all around!
Believing plants grow.
The wind is blowing East,
"West!" they say, because they "know".
Holding on to views,
Made of concrete, or stone.
But even stone fades,
And so does what we've known.
W