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    Ango 2015 Poetry

    Hi all

    I started this thread to post any haiku I write during the 2015 autumn practice period and it would be lovely if anyone wanted to share anything they write also.


    After months apart
    my rakusu slides on
    like an old friend.


    Gassho
    Kokuu
    #sattoday
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    Feel free to message me if you wish to talk about issues around practicing with physical limitations. This is something I have been sitting with for a fair while and am happy to help with suggestions or just offer a listening ear.

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    After months apart
    an old friend
    slides on the rakusu
    like well-kept rice paddies.

    Thank you for your practice, Kokuu.
    Deep bows,
    Danny
    #sattoday

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    Thank you for this thread.
    It's a wonderful idea!
    Ango poetry

    Gassho
    Lisa
    sat today

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    I posted this in the Metta thread yesterday.. I was thinking about my teen daughter's schoolmate and her Mom who were tragically killed in a car accident on Thursday.

    Autumn is coming

    Impermanence visible
    Gentle rain falling

    Gassho,
    Sierra
    SatToday

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    Zazen
    silence between
    each tick of the clock.
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    Feel free to message me if you wish to talk about issues around practicing with physical limitations. This is something I have been sitting with for a fair while and am happy to help with suggestions or just offer a listening ear.

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    Kokuu,

    I wish there was a like button. Nothing to say, but I missed your poetry.

    Gassho,

    Shoka
    sattoday

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    Awww, thank you!
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    Feel free to message me if you wish to talk about issues around practicing with physical limitations. This is something I have been sitting with for a fair while and am happy to help with suggestions or just offer a listening ear.

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    Hi Kokuu,

    So happy to see you taking Ango. Thank you.

    And thank you for this thread. I'll post some of my poetry here from time to time

    Gassho,

    Kyonin
    Last edited by Kyonin; 09-08-2015 at 09:47 PM. Reason: Edited Kokuu's name.
    Hondō Kyōnin
    奔道 協忍

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    Kyonin.


    Somewhere between
    sleep and wakefulness
    the cry of a gull.
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    Feel free to message me if you wish to talk about issues around practicing with physical limitations. This is something I have been sitting with for a fair while and am happy to help with suggestions or just offer a listening ear.

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    Drawing lines
    separating
    measured, uncut silence.

    Gassho,
    Danny
    #pencilstainsmyfingers

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    Between concrete tiles
    the whole sky reflected in
    a single puddle.
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    Feel free to message me if you wish to talk about issues around practicing with physical limitations. This is something I have been sitting with for a fair while and am happy to help with suggestions or just offer a listening ear.

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    All feather and bone
    brushing the cool air my hands
    become swallow wings.
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    Feel free to message me if you wish to talk about issues around practicing with physical limitations. This is something I have been sitting with for a fair while and am happy to help with suggestions or just offer a listening ear.

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    Autumn --
    neither coming or going
    yellow birch leaves.
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    Feel free to message me if you wish to talk about issues around practicing with physical limitations. This is something I have been sitting with for a fair while and am happy to help with suggestions or just offer a listening ear.

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    Humpty Dumpty on the wall

    Spat he goes

    Feed us all

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    LOL Jishin!

    Gassho,
    Sierra
    SatToday

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    Thrushes are silent
    Hummingbird wings hum elsewhere
    A raucous jay screams

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    Just posted Ango poem
    "NOLA Zazen"
    over on my blog
    seemed too many words
    for this thread


    http://svendavisson.com

    Gassho,
    sven

    Edite: posted below
    Last edited by Sven; 10-07-2015 at 11:17 PM.

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    Not at all, Sven. Just because most of the poems have been short doesn't mean that longer ones aren't very welcome!

    Gassho
    Kokuu
    #sattoday
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    Feel free to message me if you wish to talk about issues around practicing with physical limitations. This is something I have been sitting with for a fair while and am happy to help with suggestions or just offer a listening ear.

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    NOLA Zazen

    The Zendo near our house in Maine
    the sound of the han echoes off trees and hill
    and large rock where Gato-Roshi’s ashes lie.

    The songs of birds chattering and trilling to each other
    the mournful coo-ah coo of a pair of doves
    and the cutting craw of a crow
    the lone doe siding her way silently
    through the remnants of harvest
    the resonant tonal croak of a bull frog in the pond
    the strike of an early rising carpenter’s hammer.

    Here, the morning framed
    by the warning of heavy equipment backing up
    the rhythm of a train behind the house
    broken by the sharp sound of poorly lubricated iron
    wheels’ screech on rail as it makes the turn
    edging by the decommissioned naval station
    the backhoe digging through gravel and river silt
    repairing the gas lines beneath the street
    the occasional siren from the substation
    at the end of the next block
    workers’ voices raised over the noise of machines
    five horns of a tug in the canal
    and the answering clanging bell
    as the drawbridge goes up
    a car with bad muffler and loose belt waiting.

    Behind the sound of rock on steal,
    the sounds of two birds singing
    a dog barks
    another answers
    a feral rooster crows WAKE UP

    New Orleans 10.6.15

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    Rusty Rainbow, Crescent Park, the Bywater, New Orleans
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    Last edited by Sven; 10-08-2015 at 02:51 PM.

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    Breathing through pain
    the whole world is covered
    with falling leaves.


    Gassho
    Kokuu
    #sattoday
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    Feel free to message me if you wish to talk about issues around practicing with physical limitations. This is something I have been sitting with for a fair while and am happy to help with suggestions or just offer a listening ear.

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    I didn't realize
    I'd be sewing cat hair
    into the Rakusu

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    Cat hair and blood
    weaves into the rakusu
    with all of life.
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    Feel free to message me if you wish to talk about issues around practicing with physical limitations. This is something I have been sitting with for a fair while and am happy to help with suggestions or just offer a listening ear.

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    - - - Sewing - - -
    (a-poem-from-a-non-poet-who-also-does-not-sew)


    Measuring carefully the spaces in between.
    From this line, 3.5, and now 2.5, now 1.
    Like one ring of the bell to the next...
    One beat of the heart to the next,
    One inbreath to one outbreath,
    And one stitch to the next:
    - - - - - Namu kie butsu
    - - - Namu kie butsu
    - Namu kie butsu
    Look closely
    no-space
    just
    -

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    Wow, Lisa I would say you are both a poet and a seamstress!! That is really beautiful! Thank you.

    P.S. I also am sewing cat hair into my Rakusu, and it seems to have inspired some thoughts the past few days, I hope you don't mind if eventually they work their way out into a poem borrowing off your idea.

    Gassho,
    Sierra
    SatToday

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    Quote Originally Posted by Sierra529 View Post
    Wow, Lisa I would say you are both a poet and a seamstress!! That is really beautiful! Thank you.

    P.S. I also am sewing cat hair into my Rakusu, and it seems to have inspired some thoughts the past few days, I hope you don't mind if eventually they work their way out into a poem borrowing off your idea.

    Gassho,
    Sierra
    SatToday
    Aw, thanks Sierra, I know my poetry is pretty weak, but no one can say it isn't triangular.
    Plenty of cat hair to go around, pick up a handful and a pen!

    Gassho
    Lisa
    sat today

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    It was. It is. It will be.
    I want. I do not want.
    This small mind cuts and cuts,
    But glimpse it for a moment and all is forgiven.

    Gassho,
    Sekishi
    #sattoday
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    石志

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    Watching leaves fall
    I too may not see
    another spring.
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    Quote Originally Posted by Kokuu View Post
    Watching leaves fall
    I too may not see
    another spring.
    Very moving.

    Gassho
    Adam
    Sat today


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    I'm just sitting here watching the wheels go round and round
    I really love to watch them roll
    No longer riding on the merry-go-round
    I just had to let it go
    - John Lennon Roshi - from Watching the Wheels

    What a talented person!

    Gassho,

    Risho
    -sattoday

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    What a jerk!

    I say to myself.

    Gasho, Jishin, _/st\_

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    I am a jerk too
    Concerning myself over
    Life's inconvenience

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    Nindo
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    The first snow

    soft flakes drifting
    floating falling
    ever so gently
    melting on contact

    on the asphalt
    on the wooden stairs
    one on my cheekbone
    a cold tickle

    each a prayer
    each saying, hush
    peace, peace, peace
    be soft
    let go

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    Quote Originally Posted by Nindo View Post
    soft flakes drifting
    floating falling
    ever so gently
    melting on contact

    on the asphalt
    on the wooden stairs
    one on my cheekbone
    a cold tickle

    each a prayer
    each saying, hush
    peace, peace, peace
    be soft
    let go


    Sooo beautiful, thank you Nindo!

    Gassho
    Lisa
    sat today

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    I've been reading about stealing in The Mind Of Clover. This has come after reading about killing in the precept. To foster life is the same as generosity. In one comment I see others commenting about how the precepts intertwine. As I grow older, I see my life as one of service. For many years taking is all this poor kid knew how to do. Now that I am older I can give of my time. I volunteer in a number of ways. I will say that for years I took from my little family and gave little in return. That changed when I nearly lost my life 3 times. When one is faced with an incomplete life, one must change and place all at giving. Now I am faced each day with terrible pain. So my job is to find ways to give. I do not drive, depend on my beautiful wife who I love with my heart. It comes to this, what is more important things or life. Therefore the act of taking things is deeply rooted in the act of generosity. Time and understanding. This is what I offer Fugen please write to me?
    Elgwyn
    sat today
    Gassho


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    Kindness, Ubasoku, Calm Poetry, I seek always to support.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Elgwyn View Post
    So my job is to find ways to give.
    I do not drive, depend on my beautiful wife who I love with my heart. It comes to this, what is more important things or life. Therefore the act of taking things is deeply rooted in the act of generosity. Time and understanding. This is what I offer Fugen please write to me?
    Hi.

    Thank you, beautifully written.
    Now the question becomes, how do we manifest this in life?

    And thank you for your practice.

    Mtfbwy
    Fugen

    #Sat2day
    Life is our temple and its all good practice
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    I walk one path, alone.
    SO many thoughts, so many loves.
    Who should I meet but myself?
    It thus ever was.
    Nothing to do? Why not Sit?

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    Fallen willow branch
    the second ancestor stands
    before Daruma


    Huike, the second Zen ancestor, was reputed to have cut off
    his own arm to demonstrate his determination to Bodhidharma
    (Daruma): https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dazu_H...dharma_legends
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    You Live

    for Brandon Lacy Campos

    Watching your poetry series on YouTube
    the retroactively ironic title, “I Live”
    set against the previous in the playlist
    unripe plums, metaphysics,
    and Whalen’s meditation
    on William Carlos Williams

    Looking up from the digital
    to the IRL window
    the derelict blue house
    its gutters hanging down
    the tree scorched by fire
    the vacant lot diagonal
    where the house so recently burned
    under renovation reclaiming the poetry
    of a previous century’s architecture
    gone in minutes of heat and electric fireworks
    the lot now a graded smooth expanse
    where once a firm frame structure stood
    for a century or more

    the sound of a car
    tires crunching loose gravel
    as it makes a U-turn
    to head back up N. Rampart toward Poland

    The meditative insomnia of memory
    keeps my eyes open lids heavy
    scorched leaves hanging brittle and brown
    empty lot now the city cleared it
    only char marks on back fence remain
    the repetition of traffic turning 180°
    at the center of the intersection

    This vacant lot is not the house
    wood is not ash, nor fuel fire
    this street a dead-end yet a means to one
    imperfect impermanent interconnected

    A small dog barks twice
    walking by with its owner
    train whistle
    a carpenter’s hammer

    The living voice of dead poets
    remembering dead poets
    your words defy borders
    the atoms of your body
    expand out across the universes
    in all directions and across all times
    just as your legs spread wide across their limits
    you defied their can’ts don’ts wont’s
    and we love you for it

    You live in ink in pixels in memory
    your voice on the phone the week before
    now more concept than cadence
    the electric pop of dissolution
    the unsuspected news on Facebook
    even before the cell phone rang

    Sound waves can’t be destroyed
    the half life of your words’ radiation
    will never reach zero
    I replay the video
    permanently transfecting the cosmos
    with the vector of your defiance
    Brandon you are still fine as Hell

    11.24.15


    Link to Brandon's poetry on my blog version...
    Last edited by Sven; 11-24-2015 at 08:51 PM.
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    A poem

    Sitting on Sunday morning
    Church bells peal, six notes descending, repeating
    Sunlight breaks through the clouds,
    It's warm rays illuminate my face
    My cat yawns and stretches
    The final bell rings and stops
    Yet its memory lingers in the silence.



    Gassho,

    Kirk

    #SatToday
    流文

    I know nothing.

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    Thank you Kirk.

    Shugen

    #sattoday


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    Wonderful !! Thank you for sharing this Kirk

    gassho, Shokai
    合掌 仁道 生開 - gassho, Jindo Shokai "Open to life in a benevolent way"
    日々是好日 【nichi nichi korego nichi】Every Day is a Good Day!!

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    Mp
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    Thank you Kirk,

    Gassho
    Shingen

    #sattoday

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    Nindo
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    I am going to publish this one in a local anthology.

    Gassho
    Nindo
    sattoday



    No trace of having entered the mountains

    there’s comfort in knowing the names of mountains
    - Bonhomme, Miette, Perdrix, Kerkeslin, Hardisty, Tekarra -
    I want to write a poem about each of them

    to capture how vistas open up on the drive in
    and how the evening light makes a rock face glow
    on the way home

    how the layers of rock were thrust up
    and came to stand vertically
    and ice, water and wind ground and wore and dissolved

    (does the rock miss the polishing touch
    of the glacier that filled this valley?)

    all this I want to write
    but the breath-in, breath-out experience
    of being (in) the mountains cannot be grasped
    and using its name is not yet meeting the mountain

    before language, mountains are
    expressing themselves in continual change

    in awe we become ordinary animals
    that enjoy water and bread
    and walk simply
    with no name, rank or title
    not even that of poet

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    Wow, 2 in one day, we're rich! Thanks for posting, Kirk and Nindo, I love both of these.

    Gassho
    Lisa
    sat today

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    Thank you, all who contributed!

    Gassho,
    Danny
    s.t.
    治 Ji
    花 Ka

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    Metta to all.


    Gassho
    Myosha sat today
    "Recognize suffering, remove suffering." - Shakyamuni Buddha when asked, "Uhm . . .what?"

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    Not my work, but put a smile on my face...

    This is from one of Junpo Kelly's students, on returning from Rohatsu retreat and being met by his 9-year old son:

    "He came running out of school to greet me upon my return from Rohatsu. With this shit-eating grin on his face, he exclaimed: 'Daddy, daddy…I wrote down a haiku for you while you were away! Look, look ...'"

    HAiKU

    five syllables here
    seven more syllables there
    are you happy now?


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    LOL!! That's awesome.

    Gassho,
    Sierra
    SatToday

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    Mp
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    Quote Originally Posted by Anshu Bryson View Post
    Not my work, but put a smile on my face...

    This is from one of Junpo Kelly's students, on returning from Rohatsu retreat and being met by his 9-year old son:

    "He came running out of school to greet me upon my return from Rohatsu. With this shit-eating grin on his face, he exclaimed: 'Daddy, daddy…I wrote down a haiku for you while you were away! Look, look ...'"

    HAiKU

    five syllables here
    seven more syllables there
    are you happy now?

    Awesome! =)

    Gassho
    Shingen

    #sattoday

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