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
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
"Recognize suffering, remove suffering." - Shakyamuni Buddha when asked, "Uhm . . .what?"
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
"Recognize suffering, remove suffering." - Shakyamuni Buddha when asked, "Uhm . . .what?"
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
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
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
"Recognize suffering, remove suffering." - Shakyamuni Buddha when asked, "Uhm . . .what?"
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.
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
Joy in the morning,
Sleep in the evening,
What else?
-Ekon
Just Sit
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)
"Recognize suffering, remove suffering." - Shakyamuni Buddha when asked, "Uhm . . .what?"
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
"Recognize suffering, remove suffering." - Shakyamuni Buddha when asked, "Uhm . . .what?"
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
"Recognize suffering, remove suffering." - Shakyamuni Buddha when asked, "Uhm . . .what?"
Thanks for ryokan
Kind regards. /\
_/_
Rich
MUHYO
無 (MU, Emptiness) and 氷 (HYO, Ice) ... Emptiness Ice ...
https://instagram.com/notmovingmind
The thief left it behind:
the moon
at my window.
-Ryōkan
(Written after a thief robbed his hut)
Just Sit
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
"Recognize suffering, remove suffering." - Shakyamuni Buddha when asked, "Uhm . . .what?"
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
Vincent
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The sun is rising
Sinking softly out of sight
Midnight crickets chirp
Gassho, John
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
"Recognize suffering, remove suffering." - Shakyamuni Buddha when asked, "Uhm . . .what?"
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.
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
"Recognize suffering, remove suffering." - Shakyamuni Buddha when asked, "Uhm . . .what?"
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
Sat today
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)
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
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"Recognize suffering, remove suffering." - Shakyamuni Buddha when asked, "Uhm . . .what?"
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.
Venerable Vimalakirti says,
A bodhisattva should regard all living beings as a wise man
Regards the reflection of the moon in water,
As magicians regard men created by magic.
As being like a face in a mirror,
like the water of a mirage;
like the sound of an echo;
like a mass of clouds in the sky;
like the appearance and disappearance of a bubble of water;
like the core of a plantain tree;
like a flash of lightning;
like the appearance of matter in an immaterial realm;
like a sprout from a rotten seed;
like tortoise-hair coat;
like the fun of games for one who wishes to die...
- Vimalakirti Nirdesa Sutra
"Recognize suffering, remove suffering." - Shakyamuni Buddha when asked, "Uhm . . .what?"
O snail
Climb Mount Fuji,
But slowly, slowly!
- Kobayashi Issa
-----------------------------
From the white dewdrops,
Learn the way
To the pure land.
- Kobayashi Issa
Gassho
Bobby
Sat Today
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Just Sit
Children, I implore you
get out of the burning house now.
Three carts await outside
to save you from a homeless life.
Relax in the village square,
everything's empty.
No direction is better or worse,
East just as good as West.
Those who know the meaning of this
are free to go where they want.
Eyes to hear, ears to see.^^
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"Recognize suffering, remove suffering." - Shakyamuni Buddha when asked, "Uhm . . .what?"
The Sun Will Shine
The sun will shine tomorrow
The rain will somehow end
This is not only a promise
It’s just the way it is
Bad times don’t last forever
The tough times they never stay
The heartache and the let down
Will soon go away
In times of deep sadness
The pain is all too real
And it’s hard to believe
That with time the hurt will heal
The dark clouds that hang above
Will eventually move on
And the storms that dance around
Will soon be gone
Stay strong and keep in mind
That again, the sun will shine
-Unknown
Just Sit
Good to have you back, Bobby.
Stay strong.
Gassho
Nindo
Well versed in the Buddha way,
I go the non-Way
Without abandoning my
Ordinary person's affairs.
The conditioned and
Name-and-form,
All are flowers in the sky.
Nameless and formless,
I leave birth-and-death.
Layman P'ang
"Recognize suffering, remove suffering." - Shakyamuni Buddha when asked, "Uhm . . .what?"
with nowhere to go
from the deep below
great joy resurfaces
What goes down must come up. Hang in there Bobby.
Gassho, Jishin, _/st\_
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And the end of one's exploring will be
to arrive where we started.
And know the place
for the first time.
T.S. Eliot
"Recognize suffering, remove suffering." - Shakyamuni Buddha when asked, "Uhm . . .what?"
A fence of gnarled wood
Inside nor outside is kept
It's just an old fence
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Face a direction
Doesn't matter which way traveled
Closer to destination.
Only Journey.
Just Sit
In a moonlit night on a spring day,
The croak of a frog
Pierces through the whole cosmos and turns it into
a single family!
Chang Chiu-ch'en
"Recognize suffering, remove suffering." - Shakyamuni Buddha when asked, "Uhm . . .what?"