ARTS: Big and Little Poetry--free verse, any verse.

[Tai Shi]

In Another Wisdom

This year corn and beans were not dead
This year rain for the first July in years, Commodities;
Soared; I am thirty-six years sober 10 days, fruited

Plains since five years ago on July 4th, then corn didn't
Sprout; beans lay in moments of weak economy.
Today it is July 12th. We drove to shop for dinner,

For my breakfast. Much said of our day's end;
When I find myself joyous; inflation stays in grocery
Store, here picking out our daily bread, and milk,


Last month, just days ago--ten dollars less.
Folks seventy-one, sixty-eight, another
Price hike means we see income deflate,

Cannot stretch dollars for my health; don't rise
To hate. Three years, money not president
Companies gouge less of public pocket books.

Today, relentlessly reaping profit from families;
Seventy decades senior's fixed income,
They buy less and less; money stretched.

Buddha Loving Kindness; gift of pause, we slept
To rise in morning song, despite groceries warehoused
In another wisdom of strange lands, freedom rings,

Mothers clutch children close; Christ answers,
To legislate less death; it's not the Christ's fault,
Or Buddha quietly in twenty-first century which

Simulates a world on the brink of another war.
My friend says she relates to Japanese nationalist.
He lived in the edge of Nagasaki, seventy-eight

Years ago, couples, families, worldly symptoms
Slowly sit in Shikantaza; priest says we might sit again.
Follow Buddha mitre, one more song of my friend's relief.

Gassho
Tai Shi
sat/lah
Lavender, your song rises above, on lives, oh do come again to write your poetry!

[Lavender]

Beautiful poem Tai Shi

[Tai Shi]

Lavender, please write your songs again. Another voice hear and set lives away from hate.

Gassho
sat./lah


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[Tai Shi]

End of Omaha

This morning is mortal. Father work to stay out of "a home" again.
Today’s life in balance yes you can relax
Talk to me again old friend, find him in your dreams.
Because if it becomes hard, Buddies cannot say amen
Morning, cease to grieve and mend Your ways
We cannot stay in house alone our own life to mend each day
Or stay alone. Cancer blight, maybe should be able to live, even to see!
Be at peace to see one more friend. One more time.
I cannot fathom you all alone. I cannot seek love only one way, reach out to your
Sister Your Brother. Likewise, I cannot lighten the tyranny of age,
You in Earling, me in home nearby Hartford, decide where to sit today.
You aren’t alone. You’re one more Zoom away, one more call, we stay in touch.
I am there to be, even now, don’t want to see you alone.
Suggestions, can remember we sat back to back, inadequate, reasoning in Omaha.
We cannot see one More time, do still have it all. Buddha life and cause?
Sure, if we intended our own heart or life or demise, my dearest effect is friendship!
I care for time, our time, and time again, and again.

Gassho
sat/lah

[Rich]

Without delusions
You see things as they really are
Without birth and death


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[Tai Shi]

Quantum Language

See and feel. Feel and think,
Forever sinking up down all-ways,
Link Quantum theory, my brain in Harvard
Hospital, research for demotions see
Directions infinite, solve brain tissue

Research for cellular antithesis, quantum leap,
Another dimension, after forethought poems
Reunited apps, apps denied smashing
Atoms of emotion, of peace, quantified,
In sector, numbers, intuition quantified.

Qualified poets understand intuition of predilection,
This rugged way is infinitely grave, apples of the sun,
Dimensions of free will, methods, sentient,
Distraction. Demonic mindfulness will split
The Atom, Electrons, smaller than eccentricities,

Tiniest particle in sums, photons, infinitely grave
Protection in human Elections, choice below
Above Truth found in races, two thirds of time,
Idiom of 4th dimension come to charge, amend
First in metaphors and parables, meteors,

Buddha, referendum of Christ, industry slippery
Allegory of dimensions built in supper colliders,
Computers of her life, reality communion opened
Loops in nucleus, come closer to collisions
In next relation to decades of ideas,

This phone built in fall filters Bell
To transmit Eve, creation myth from rib
Then Allegory of Beowulf, Anglo-Saxon,
Blind language first added to reactor, predilection,
Milton's poetry, this troubadour, this Dharma,

Of Christ's virtues, par excellence, able
Nero transmitter, for overflow of Homer solved
In dimensions of this universe, beauty
Then Truth, which beautifies, transmits all
All Poetry, then predictor, Iliad spitting

Atoms into electrons then, light Democracy
In Athens, fifty years. Socrates, radiation light
Platonic resonance beyond light, very of God,
God, unnatural universal fortunetellers,
Ultimately, rhetorical narration,

Penalties, tellers of future partivals blown
Apart into Proton story, spilling out light
God's spectroscopy in Paradise,
Fallen Angle's random essences, dialects,
English, Japanese, or Chinese, or Russian

Until English realizes space-time at once,
All traces executed into languages become story
Triad essences, died in time or space, in actions
Transcended mode thunders, discourse, central
Theory that all Language is artistic,

Socialist then becomes the 20th Century
Poetry is still this moment of the 21st Century,
Of transitive verb, emotive modality evolve,
Essence more elision, Liberal capped
Fashioned Sculpture of Sophia, Beethoven's

Wisest quartets in speechless demise,
Of what's left out of finding life
In each Brain cell, to repair mitochondria
Love, will transcend gold ingots from lead,
All illusions, languages unraveling to figure

String theory, thinner than fiber, O chum thesis
Oh human theory, only rain drop atop hill
In Tennessee when round we find all revolutionary
Mind another rotation, Reactor Not binary
Because poetry transits all words

Transmitted once, talking here then there
Unexpectedly, turning into Foucault propulsion,
Pendulum to Adam's razor, golden bough
Parceled out, Seen already two parables, more
Wise virgins split, oh, Buddha our mental

Creation in Equality. We find more cause
Effective answers to Quantum couplets
In all languages, evening words at play
The predictor of fusion, more story astray
Metaphor, gone wild, more trope,

Binary reactor, another partial
Wonder of creation, multi Dimensional
Drones in ovens of Metal Realizations.
Come Mishawaka Dues. Song breezes
Indigenous peoples, gone astray,
The White Men marveled agony.

Gassho
sat today
Tai Shi
Lent a hand

[Nathan Noble]

When I was 26 I got Lyme disease. During my treatment for it I spent 54 Days very weak, and barely able to do anything.
A river runs along the North border of my property, and one of the few things I managed to do during this time was sit on the bank with my Cat. One day while doing this, I witnessed this...


-Calm Acceptance
I saw a Heron pluck a fish from the water.
It was so peacefully still. No splash, No sound, barely even a ripple. The fish didn't even struggle, just rode off in the herons grasp... It made me think that fish traded It's fate,for it's only chance to fly.

[L_Moore]

Going home to where you've always been.
Pilgrimage? No.
Just a children's game of hide and seek.
No rules, no goals, just thus.

L_Moore, sat 7-15-2023.

[L_Moore]

THE DHARMA IS MY ROCK -- A poem composed by Sensei Koyo Kubose, date unknown:

Many things are happening
In my life right now.
Underlying it all
The Dharma is my rock.

Beyond sorrow and joy
The Dharma is whispering
Everything is Okay,
Even when things are not going Okay.

Eyes full of tears
Heart heavy with pain,
Stone therapy helps me see
The suchness of all things.

Being embraced by the Dharma
I will live a life of Oneness
Where the universal and infinite
Touch the particular and finite.

Yes, I will struggle;
Yes, things may not turn out
Exactly the way I would like.

Yet, I will keep going with a smile
Because I know
The Dharma is my rock.

[Tai Shi]

Mistake on under Tree

The usual joy escapes me
I am false, I am not free
Mistakes abound, mistakes
Do not glorify Gautama
Buddha, or Jesus Christ,
All is sorrow, mistakes
Do not glorify eternal "yes."
I have committed eternal "no."

Rapture of positive escapes me.
Nothing in my life lies obvious
Except that I mistakenly
Said somewhere he not is eternal,
She is eternal, "no." What could
Sketch, draw, or color into what

I have done? Where am I
In error? Thorough beginnings
Mouth, body, and mind?
In pain of sorrow, in speech,
Thought, or deed, now
I atone for them all! I
Grieve up, I feel all pain,

Am in all Error! Some place
Some time, Some way,
I have committed previous
Error of indecision, or dream
Wise act or never, I atone for
Speech thought or deed,
No where, no sand or earth
Water divides.

Atonement is all in perception
All in live action whether
In ignorance or knowledge
No written record can stand
In clay tablet, song, or written
Paper language. All is bleak, all
Woe, give over to Buddha,
Yes, too Christ. To sin,
Error,

I join under Bodhi Tree, Evening Star,
Morning earth and planet, Earth
In heaves figuratively,
Plainly, or obviously all
Is an attempt at forgiveness,
Ten thousand Buddhas
In, under, on Tree, under Wise

Buddha I withhold nothing, strong
Is my submission, my Desire,
No Greed is the average, give
Up possessiveness, all grasping.
Wonder individuality, note-
Worthy, wonder of creation
Offer atonement, offer sorrow.

Find again, of Jesús or
That above Wise wisdom, Buddha,
Christ. That which is God, not God
Which has no place in eternity,
This is the wonder of creation,
That not created, not formed?
That which is Created and Formed.

Gassho
sat/ lah

[Onkai]

Thank you for this beautiful poem, Tai Shi, but go easy on yourself just the same.

Gassho, Onkai

[Tai Shi]

Peerless Price

Full autumn
Of great growing
Cathedral
Celebrating life,
Sit in wonder
Of universe.
Sailing peering.
Night just ahead.
What great Being?
Zazen my giving
Warm black nights.
White cloud
I perceive day
Of great sunny
Spring in my
Eternity, great
Being answers
Every retreat,
Every future my
More emptiness.
I live eternal
In my thirty
Minutes, I walk-in ten.
More is less, less
Is more. I know this now!

Gassho
satTai Shi
sat / lah
Ha, ha!!!
Lah


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Zazen represents
No great being but
Sitting practice
Which is
Not exclusive to God
Or anything resembling
Higher Power and reaching
I’m aware but I do practice
Zazen and sit regularly
With others on Treeleaf
Zendo in mind that I
Would create nothing
Being in Nothingness
We see only blanks and
I’m not trying to make
This remark but I don’t
Use my maple leaf in front
Yard beauty supply store
Of creative use of the word
I’m using vocabulary in my
Head including realizing
My own decisions were
Adorable but my life
Is ordinary now and everyone
Can see it now is for my
Reality and no one will see
My personal feelings in my
One which is peacefully
Actually being peaceful
As I said I am not revealing
My life except for artistic
Ready for rebalance my
Mind is properly functioning
I think it was just misunderstood and really
Most people would understand.


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[Tai Shi]

The Robe Verse Beyond

Oh summer, full green
Laughing Turtle Creek
Heart healthy, friendly
Division gone today,
We sit in calm acceptance,
Light of morning song
People of my light this
Day, this hour, this
Resolve to be acceptance,
This full Surrender, this
Ever being sight, this
Soaring spirit more
Less, is more, of grace
Everlasting In Buddha
In Loving One Another
In Loving Kindness
Ever in my singing
Sight, resolve to be
To know, to be more.

Gassho
sat/lah
Tai Shi

[Tai Shi]

Why Poems Sing

Poems sing to light
In heart health, low,
Then high, then note
Of high C surrounded,
With vibration rebound
Green human being,
Green man, woman
With sight in summer,
In wise white exit,
This giving over
The reality is boundless
To Preserve chair
Of Shikantaza, when
One may let us light
Eternal wise, low
Because we know
Place of sight, misery
Gone forever more.

Gassho
Deep Bows
Wonder everlasting
sat/lah
Tai Shi

[Tai Shi]

O I Say It

Remember Onkai,
Kokuu, Kyousui,
These Japanese
Names where do
My friends come
From, which state,
One is from South
Carolina, there is
The other from
Canterbury, England,
My best friend, from
Iowa, he is in Erasing
Eats Ice cream, he
Sings today, saved
My life, she shaved
Her head, I mistook
Her for thirty-four,
And the best, Kokuu
Spring Grain,
Grain Rains,
The beginning of spring
Various cereals
Grown at the Time
He is Empty Space, or
Empty Sky,
I mistook for
Empty face. He has
No empty face
I can see his kind
Face peering out
To say be careful
Be Peaceful Poetry
Kokuu be careful
Be kind to yourself,
Then there is Kyousui
Calm Water, calm
He is my dear friend
I often see he is
His lady friend, not
Calm, flagellates
Himself with ice cream
I love these people,
Onkai action gray
Raven, she is so good,
Collapse in lightness
Honkai, hack
Slash, how could
She is Chinese
Translated, I know
She is a gray raven
Fly woman, I thought
You 34 like my daughter,
Oh Kyousui, black bird
Fluid motion, my dear
Friend did you know
You saved my life because
You said, "Get to ER,"
You spoke in fluid
Motion, black bird
You are in motion,
You run away from
I, and say this, more
One's poetry, Onkai
Honkai, black bird
Gray Raven sit in
Our wish, you gave
Me what I've become
Morning chant, Robe

Verse, we all look
Toward Empty Sky
Realize you belong
There you sit Priest
Refine Empty Space,
You are beginning
Of Spring cereal,
Spring Rain, how did we get
Introduced to Spring,
Gray Raven is the woman
She tells me not 34
But in her 50s she
Will be a priest, ordained
Soon enough she is shy
He is Strong Water, he is
Fluid motion, strength
Worked his whole life
As nursing people
Spoke softly he was
Psychiatric nurse, now
He needs me, I am
The psychiatric friend
Who has bipolar
One, he gives me my
Ability to give him songs,
Something he cannot find
Except yesterday, I wonder
If he found one woman
To all listen to him
I am the poet who puts them
Together, strong fluid motion,
Watering, beginning
Of spring, he is our
Food our cereal, our grain,
Feeds us when he is watered
What does she do
Impact, collapse
Or decay, I perfect
She is A Gray Raven
Sitting upon the light
Ray of the Cereal leaf
I am the Peaceful
Poetry who puts them together
Because I am Ubasoku,
I am gentle expression
I am their poetry.
Jundo, purity
Spoke to us teacher
Be pure not our
Stranger

April 20th we arrive,
Yousuf cricket coach
In Arabic, how could I
Call you Coach because
You are strong waters,
Plural Fluid, many
Waters which strengthen
My mind when you found
My brain again in the size
Of a walnut, floating
In Meninges or below,
What you found is poetry
Spring Rain, cereal grain
Says he will sit
Metta for all of us
Two of us are priests
I am calm poetry, Peaceful
Poetry, Purity Jundo
Meaning Purity of Substance
Named all three of us
Two Birds, one poem
One strong expression
The beginning of Spring
April 20th he is the real
Priest, and gives himself
In strong Space, in Strength.
Kokuu, Kyousui Onkai.
Purity, Purify us,
Leave me as Peaceful
Poetry. Water Leave
Me as words.
純度
崩壊
東極 京水
大, 志
穀雨こくう
ビル


Gassho
sat/lah
Tai Shi

[Tai Shi]

ヰリアム, William, 威里亜夢
Bill, Bilion, 十億, 請求 · 請求先., Bill ビル
Mary, メアリ, メアリー or マリー, or 真理
Michael, マイケル , まいける

[Onkai]

Thank you, Tai Shi. You are living up to your name, Tai Shi, Calm Poetry, and your title, Obasoku. I'm honored.

Gassho, Onkai
Sat lah

[Jundo]

Lovely, TS.

Gassho, Jundo

satTodaylah

[Tai Shi]

A Grateful Invitation.

We Sit daily 8:00 a.m. M.Tu.We.Th.F.
There are many opportunities to sit Zazen Shikantaza.
At Treeleaf Zendo we have a schedule of times.
The schedule has a direct link taking you to free Zoom Room.
I have practiced daily for years; there are many opportunities here at Treeleaf Zendo.
If you want more information post here of in poetry.
I have truly benefited from practicing daily Zazen.
You need not practice daily to practice with us.
Speak to me PM if you have private questions.
Speak to Jundo also, with questions about extended time, or many others.
Speak to any priest about sitting times, and sitting practice.
Speak to us listed on Schedule if you have questions personal message, PM.
I personally have practiced many years, but you need not, nor do you need to practice everyday.

Gassho
Deep bows
sat/lah
Tai Shi
Peaceful calm poetry

[Tai Shi]

Bow With Gentle Sitting Practice 舎利弗

I bow, listen intently and bow is bowing.
Sometimes, always attitude of sitting directed.
Find myself in quiet attitude of sitting. Shari, eyes
Are gentle, I find my space in my space only. Pieces
Of Wisdom, Some sit in Lotus Sitting position. Shariputra,
To One, some sit in half Lotus Sitting position. Son of Shari
Some sit Burmese position sitting. Shari's son, disciple,
Some sit in straight chair Tall Mountain in land of water.
Some sit cross legged Position of land or earth or star.

We sit as did the Wise One, then Sariputra, form not form,
We sit as do our teachers in wisdom, taught with others.
I have learned to be gentle, have become more honest, eight
Fold our hands , have found honesty leads as I sit, sitting, sitting
Less alone with less anger, to practicing the Precepts in ourselves.
I have practiced as I have time or less time, space less space.
Time is still, wise is still, five, ten, thirty minutes, any time.
You may practice for your reasons, your own reason peacefully,
To imitate to good to learn good, to imitate to learn gentle Mind.

To learn I read, I come to understand how to open my thinking, Wise
Uchiyama, Suzuki, Dogen, Monastery, Jundo, Purity, others quiet, next,
Practiced Bus /depot, Bus, Dr. Waiting Room, hospital bed, One Wise,
Any place not quite, quiet with time, my instead this time, lose time,
Place I need may not be quiet, need become place of focus, I breathe.
Breathing begins with hands in Ancient Mudra, Cosmic heart of Mudra.
No practice, practice Mudra, Cosmic Mudra, hands quiet Peacefully.
Smile with Peaceful Poetry, you may find your own quietude.
How do I sit quietly, how do I? I Practice with open thought, open
Process, the open flow, the river, said not to push the River,

We Cross the River with the Wisdom, do not push, do not cross, tcross,
Then gently moving down or up or side to side, highway of breathing,
What happens as I look ahead, notice scenery on either side,
Peace descends like a cloud, like gentle dew, like soft rain.
Peace in any one, any place is Peacefully without, with not holding,
Non-Grappling nor pulling, nor after form and substance, nothing
Non-seeking, hands still with gentle mind and thought,
Still look in my eyes slit for light, looking not looking, brown
rice, Eyes still under, not fully down, fully awake, let go openly.
My angle of vision which does not exactly look, looking,
Seeing exactly, I see not, we sit still mind like Poetry.

Gassho
Deep bows
sat/ lah
Gently words open
To see
Tai Shi

[Tai Shi]

Mist, When She Sleeps

White mist on my front lawn
My love sleeps, best of all
Zazen, she teaches me to sing
I mitigate more of mind now
When I read The Empty Field

There is more of Cultivation
In my thinking, more the ring
Out each morning, zazen
Shikantaza goal no goal. Mist.
I sing, morning rings.

Gassho
sat/lah

[Tai Shi]

Her Name Means

What is Created Gemstone,
Pearl, mother of pearl,
Her name is Marjorie,

With sight limited to one
Eye, and refreshed
Near sights to two cm,

Over the rim of her glasses
I see beautiful blue, or she
Recognizes friends brown

Eyes, she gives always
Like multicolored sand
Stone she is friend, Zen
Teacher; Gace, reality!

Gassho
sat/lah

[Tai Shi]

The Poetry Thieves Grab

We begin to understand
Love, we together inter-
Are, we are alone for 41
Years Together with song,
We live in poetry out

To play in each other's arms
We are old, you 68, me 72
0n the way years add
Oh, my body's worn
Bones bent, but you care,

My Spine hurts never pain
One in time without arthritis
My life advises
That I may ask soon to be
Of death relieved--

Mornings, where I sit hosting
Zazen, when I find others
More suited to be led
Shy away to such

Which in houses
Blunder, they relive
My reality, that life
Of human beings end.
Let's be practical that way

We know for certain death
Comes sudden or lately
Withers my body, lights afire death
I am ancient. Ask me to forgive.

If I am lumber, I cannot insulate
From concrete; if I lay,
Board feet to what end?
Of construction carefully

Earth, fall of body into dirt
CO2, Oh water, clouds, mixing
Becoming alter, each of each
Child gone, Daughter begins to live

Trees wrapped, we believe
Hope of lightning, strike
Newly my gift, end is just,
I Rise trampled mind,

Meaning only in verses.
I guard jealously,
Maybe trees don't know,
Death without commitment,

Not the 1/20th size
Redwood which we see
Maker of smaller poisoned images
Irreplaceably bought one book

Billions die for kindled books
My poetry stands in libraries
Immortal, yet slices of wood.
Hundreds of yards into air,

Decapitated, such beauty
Only in flames, lost oxygen
I cannot breathe. my volumes
Could be stolen, my fame is
Thoughts not beatified,

Alloy melted down, decapitated
Drought, suffocation, mighty
In furnace, first kill my thoughts,
Rather than with my copyright

Grabbed, grotesque reversed not pacific.
Rather I deify my immortal lines.

Gassho
sat/lah
Tai Shi

[Onki]

Coming Home

Sitting in silence
The air cool on my skin
Sandalwood permeating
Itchy robes, freshly shaved head
10,000 myriad things
Sensing the breath, the heartbeat
Birds chirping, Sun shining
Fear and anxiety fade away
I am left with Emptiness…

I am Home.

Gasshō,

On

Sat today

[Tai Shi]

Forgiving Mr Keating

May I forgive you
wishing in my memory,
That director accusing me
That in infirmity, in childish
had caried death up his divorce,
Dropped him made--he lashed
Out at me, nearly heat
Pierced, my eternity

Relinquished like heartwood
Of Douglas fir, hardest heart ever
Be In my spitaily taken, worked
Stealthily of manufactured doves
Reluctantly, bill collector made me
Smir my fear before my eighteenth year,
Year-- Seventy two now intoxicant of harsh,
Right eye blurred, now I to grovel at that

Memory, dispassionate, desperately.
As Loving Kindness enters me, wanton
Sifting through death unforeseen in brain
Surgery; oh, forgive the dead I cannot
Avoid; bones will sink below Buddha's
Cause effectively in heaven's reverie.

Gassho
Deep bows
sat/lah

[Tai Shi]

Onki. very nice--keep it up, bring us to your Shikantaza.
Tai Shi
Peace, calm poetry

[Onki]

Onki. very nice--keep it up, bring us to your Shikantaza.
Tai Shi
Peace, calm poetry

Thanks Tai Shi

Gasshō,

On

Sat today

[Tai Shi]

Returning to a Time

There was a time when
I was eighteen I too went
To Dachau later met Viktor
Frankl, experiments
Slats for beds no toilet

Wish now I had not
Seen life's biggest mystery
May sand cool like her
Pearl near sleeping
Death of People gone
Six million, there were more
eighteen million, then many more.

In the other bed, more
We in poverty, her
In Howard, me in Des
Moines, her South Dakota
Me in Iowa, we only had
Cheap mattresses, wanton

Poverty, circumvented
As couple we in love
Conceived daughter, after
Nearly in Poverty, yes
Above with our child

Our home, in Hartford
With looming white pine
tree, maples, elm, river
Birch, aspens to remind
Us of Colorado

Did we travel to paper
Mill, where I taught
Classes six hors and eight
Hours, fifteen hours then days
Like roller skate, missile
Towa, laughing at our novelty

Our Christmases we gave
To her, child hsad halloween
Where mom, my pear, my tree
Sewed Lion King costume
We laughed in spite
Of longing sways trying

To make homestead in Ill.
Not to be, because at four
AM I sat all night in attempt
To give students, grading
Something else, Literary
Magazine

I saved for art four am art's
Sake, they didn't remember me
See my work From reality forced
To give failing nephew with "F"a "D"
Me in "F" math 101, and later

Other students with same
Reality given no grade failure
Because registrar gave all
Students at Grinnell instant
Drop erased of "F" no grade below
"C" then for me "F" followed

Me throughout eternity I never
Left, they cheated me
For that semester of Kent
State. Don't you see what
Reality cheated of GPA
Honors you would not
Transfer, "As" and"Bs"
Academic snobbery.

Now I am Zen, Ubasoku
Grandmotherly I support
Don't take, withdrawal from
Alcohol, Oxycodone and Fentanyl
Already sober 36 years, more
I see the infidelity on humanity.

Gassho
sat/lah
Tai Shi
Peaceful poetry.

[Tai Shi]

Thank you Tree Leaf

You caused me to see
My worth for others, first
My best Zen Teacher
Marjorie, sent from
Some reality, seeking
All cannot be as Four

Vows say, in our own
Witness of another
Day, okay you cannot
See your birthright, your
Own wisdom inner self

Ubasoku, grandmotherly
To serve, I cannot be
Priest, because I am old
But could study, books
Would not be a problem

Don't you see, other Priest
Other reality, my Pearl would
Not for me taught me Humanity
Thy Humility, full circle
Be, I am free of Drugs
And alcohol, the Ethanol
36 Years, I am free

So doctor gave me, infirm
Drugs, said he sat six
Feet from Thich Nhat Hanh
It did him no good stole
My humanity

Tonight I rise above narcotics
I am free, As the Black spirituals
I am free, thank my own
Gods, along with zazen
Shikantaza, I have found

That freedom rises to reality
Of just sitting zazen into rest
Of Abraham and I am not
Child slaughtered, human
Sacrifice is gone banned from West
All can see rath in killing
Humanity, Jewish sacrament
Live and let live, this is the true
Statement for my freedom. i am.


Gasho
Deep bows to
To all trees
sat/lend a human
Hand to all humanity
Tai Shi
Peaceful poetry

[Tai Shi]

The Second Day

What is there to say?
It is the second day,
With no addictive substance,
Not that I have ever been

High from the patches
I have worn going
One 10 years, sadness
To the wonder of precept
Which one is it?

The one about intoxication,
I was never high from numbing
Drugs, I have a disease,
Ankylosing Spondylitis,

I have come to loathe this name
Diagnosis when I was 40,
That Fall could not get
Out of bed easily,
Stuck, felt, I am 72 now,

Old in my spine,
This was my shadow down
For I knew I had
Slept hard

Crooked, twisted,
Into joint knots, what
To do? Not going

I made no page upon
My computer though
I accidently made
Without thinking--

About my pain, like
Graded at no wisdom
To sound like my own
Hacker, I was in pain,

Three days ago my
Last of pain required
Medication, today creaking
In neck, in chest, in spine

My back swaed to left.
This substance no!
Yet, I exercised
Actually feeling a bit,
No abuse, what is free?

Gassho sat/lah

[Onkai]

Gassho,
Onkai
Sat lah

[Tai Shi]

Onkai great try, no
Insult to Humanity
Great priest who is
Training, I have seen
The Great Wall of
China built for indigenous
People years ago in wisdom

Nothing but war? I’m
Decidedly happy
The Lasting Friendship
I never thought potential
Do you know possibility

Dear Leader Onkai, to
You I have said that you
Recognize humility
Free all Sentient beings
Never do as I said
But do as I do, Onkai
Learn you will become

The priest you deserve
Dear know today I am
72, Celebrate as I
Have your priesthood
Observe support

Care for precepts be
Usually happy because
You grow in Buddhism
Strong woman build
Your self worth by
Giving what you already

Have within your observation
You are strong beyond your
Years let it happen again
Agreed that you need nothing
More than self worth to live

Especially when you’re in
Touch with yourself
There is no satori do not look
Outside today and thence
You can believe in yourself
I believe in you I don’t
Doubt it one bit you will see
Within, without is all the same.

I’m not going anywhere soon
I’m Ubasoku I support you
Believe in me and you are
Just as sure as me you
Know that precepts are for
Us all, don’t hesitate for
You are you, you are you.

Gassho
sat/lah


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[Tai Shi]

Onkai great to try,

Insult to Humanity
Great priest who is
Training, I have seen
The Great Wall of
China built for indigenous
People years ago in wisdom

Nothing but war? I’m
Decidedly happy
The Lasting Friendship
I never thought possible
Do you know possibility

Dear Leader Onkai, to
You have said that you
Recognize humility?
Free all Sentient beings
Never do as I said before
But do as I do, Onkai
Learn you will become

The priest you deserve
Dear know today I am
72, Celebrate as I
Have your priesthood
Observe support

Care for precepts be
Usually happy because
You grow in Buddhism
Strong woman build
Your self worth by
Giving what you already

Have within your observation
You are strong beyond your
Yeas let it happen again
Agreed that you need nothing
More than self worth to live

Especially when you’re in
Touch with yourself
There is no satori, do not look
Outside yourself today, thence
You can believe in yourself
I believe in you I don’t

Doubt it one bit you will see
Within, without is all the same.
I’m not going anywhere soon
I’m Ubasoku I support you
Believe in me and you are

Just as sure as me you
Know that precepts are for
Us all, don’t hesitate for
You are you, you are you.

I’m Ubasoku from day one
I have been for others
As well as myself is your
Accidentally not are you!
You are you.

Gassho
sat/lah


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[Onkai]

Thank you, Tai Shi.

Gassho, Onkai
Sat lah

[Tai Shi]

Saga of the intertwined,

Charles and Marjorie

Greek, Persian, Hebrew, Irish, Latin
Pearl : Child of light; pearl; jewel
Greek : Pearl My wife vowed
Solemnly, Designed in wonder
真珠 -- Pearl in Scotland
She is timeless, Child of Light
Timeless Pearl, In Sacred use
One who is true, She
My wife, has taken her vows
As she says even today
Presented me quiet,

Now spoken even at age
Has she brings to us
Gifts to see to speak
Quietly serene and true
We both devoted
To each other in eternity
Free of Alcohol she vows
As me she taught me
We did vow to be each
To each, to have distinguished
Sound from my classmates.

Of Kings have Been called
Charles. Don't be fooled I am
Nothing special I have
My soft side, Not popular
I was named less than
One hundred, never
Popular, Pearl you
Took me mailable

Solemn vow is taken
An individual "free man"
Vow consisted in a promise
You offer a sacrifice, if would
Give some assistance
In a difficulty; deliberate
Free promise, we chose
Each to each other

Charles, distinguished
Sound from his classmates.
free man Charles from Germanic Ceorl,
Meaning "free man". The name
Has been popular throughout history
Kings have been called Charles.
Hunger for learning, working hard
At his goals while studying
With diligently.

With affirmation "pearl". It is a
Nobility Marjorie Asian Foo Dog
Known as the "Lion of Buddha"
Although you are not exactly
With Buddhism. In Japan,
Some use you Lion
You ward off evil spirits
Attract health and wealth.

I am free, woman you
Vowed, this promise you told me
Seriously as in Solemnity assurance
Will do particular thing particular
Things will happen. Together we
You are bravery in betrothal
Given my Mary of clear light
Your sister, my brother
Robert, Douglas "bright fame".
Fame someone is intelligent,
Intuitive, graceful, or psychic.
My brother witnesed

At our vow we chose becoming
Friends, forty-one years
Our wedding vows have
To hold through sickness
And health we have
Traveled we lived together
Have parented our daughter

Lived together, husband wife
Wife leads husband
You told me as married we
Took our vows seriously,
We gave each other Laurel
Ann, we love each other
We care most for friendship
This is the gift we gave
Our daughter each other
Poet Teacher Friendship
To each other in Each
Separate, together
Independence Livelihood,
We gave echo the other

Soft pearl of yoyality you
With Charles Marjorie,
One together, as we are three
You, me, each other, three
Spend together, we lived
As we found January
Seven, 1980, married
June 12, 1982, vows given
Freely after two one half years
Until we needed was
With friends you would be
My friends, family witnesses
Until we have become

Known through reading
Writing be with those we
See, most our being,
Study more books every
See that our writing
Learner, largely not harm
Not aggression, freedom we
Know is love of others, given
Worldly gifts to serve more
To our world who would gain
Health education and to be

Classroom office hospital,
Departments where those
Bought food and clothing,
Ours has always been service
To others, to our worlds

Always be what visible
We see, and sit as only
Reality, just sitting,
Just being, Justly honest
More from eternity
Guesed equality, we
Treat others with equality
Others invited to our
Home each time for food
Shelter, sustance, drink
Sworn off all alcohol
Of this we are happy


Gassho bowing
Witnessed.
just sat/ leant
A hand.



"what happened to all those firm promises of support?

[Kokuu]

Early autumn, a storm
cuts through the heat.
My body too, flares with inflammation
needing its own cooling rain.
Over the hedgerow, the sound of children
battling over a ball.
Seagull cry, blue sky,
Namu Kie Butsu.


Gassho
Kokuu
-sattoday-

[Kokuu]

Tai Shi, do you still read your Messenger? I sent messages on Friday and Saturday which are unread and a message on Gmail.

You seem to use so many different places, it is hard to know where to contact you.

Gassho

[Tai Shi]

One Moment at a Time

for Kokuu, Meian, and Jundo

Es gut mir Heute
So I drank my way
Through Bavaria
In Germany,
I live my life one
Day at a Time,
Sometimes one moment,
My inflammation
Causes me to be
Everly mindful, today.

I pulled back my curtains
In my study, beheld
My dozens and dozens
O books of poetry,
The last a gift of daughter,
Migrations, WS Merwin
Buddhism soaked through
These pages, reverence
For life began
With my decision 10:00
Morning, sunny days
In The Rocky Mountains
In Fort Collins, CSU
Parking lot I made my
Decision to abstain
From All Ethyl
Alcohol, a promise I have Kept
Since Monday July 22, 1987,
More than half my life,
Yesterday that I
Affirmed my adherence,
To my entire promise since
That date, nor have
I abused Provider's
Orders, excuse, I cleared
Off my breakfast dishes,

I Sat Zazen for 27 minutes
Began about 8:00,
Studied Constitutional law,
Shall I see window now
Slant light, Shadow
May I ever be
Mindful one Day at a Time
Sometimes One moment
At a Time.

Tai Shi
Charles Elgwyn Taylor

[Tai Shi]

My Tea, Shikantaza, Love, Salutation


Tea, as I sit quietly, silently Zazen
My cup, partial gone in my drank,
My in my mug, cooling for 30 minutes,
While I actually enjoy quiet, then
Gone Shikantaza, here Shikantaza.

What is this thirty minutes?
What is flavor of tea leaves,
Cooling water formerly boiling
Buildings warm from new
Furnace flame? Now October,

Leaves golden, turned from green
Yesterday's rain, blue gray
Under soggy drops of mold,
Damp pungent smell, of what
Do I hear? Is it my love

Quiet breathing now?
Escaping life of oxygen twenty
Percent, almost 80 percent
Nitrogen, other inert gases
Slithering between layers of air.

Thirty minutes, I hear bell chime
Young man simply says, what
Noise. Have good days, sits again
Burmese, up on knees, thank you
Have a good day, see you all soon.

say/lah
Gassho
Tai Shi

[Onkai]

Thank you, Tai Shi, for the lovely poem.

Gassho, Onkai
Sat lah

[Tai Shi]

Sylvia Plath's Poetry

What morning breakfast
Before Shikantaza
Before silence, before morning
Night at 4:00 a.m. dark honied,

Muffin of lines of distressed father?
Her silent husband written
In words he warped?
Did he take her simple life?

Now I look into her glass and see
Another's editorial remarks.
Why did he seem to like her poetry
Another's misery, another's

Arbiter linking her phases, not
Wondering why he lay in silence
With one's everlasting truth,
Deadly verses? Why

Did he bother to become her
Editor in her final life?
Why take her delicate flesh,
Bread into palms, Into his

Betrayal infinite?
Is this another's Judas?
Why she was wronged in his name?
Great horror, night in desperation,

Darkness in depression? Air slipped
Simply administered
Never underestimated motherhood,
Simpering in tears disloyal?

Why these remarks, quartered
Into what is unnatural?
Infected boiling fervor, tragic
Cold, some naked dictator?

Dictate words, in remedial
Disbelief, in untruth, never
Forgiven, does bitter dish linger
Into biten, frigid air, crushing

Divine labor into dust?
To forgive himself, ever
Simple his suffrages,
Tea into dank drink of blood?

Consummated death like NAZZI's
Chambers? Skin like lamp shade?
Did he love what
He left in cup of gas

Of peaceful dove, eaten breakfast
Of Squab, delicious dish of regret?
Lunch like fleshy dictations?
Supper, in Christ's wine, bloody

Sacrament, drunk into name
Without broken cross, suffer little
Ones of come unto her
Poetry, pen as sword gushing,

Gambling her clothes, her white
Sheets worsted? Warped closet
Into borrowed grave of
Nightmarish temptations?

Tai Shi
With tears for tender
One so young, she
sat to write her
last poems
lah
Gassho
Deep bows

[Meian]

Thank you, Tai Shi.

In my younger days I was a devoted fan of Plath's writings and life story. Your post brought back some poignant memories.

gassho stlh


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[Tai Shi]

Thank you Merian,

Plath's own life sheds light on my own life, which my own giving wife admonishes give it up, live in the now. "He is old, let it go, Practice your Buddhism, look at pretty fall leaves, let it go, practice Buddhism, forgive your father, look at the beauty of these hills, and the harvested fields." So, in every way, I'm attempting to leave my father behind. I have written to him of my forgiveness, and I call him often. He cannot help himself with some dementia I let him live! We do not need his support. We are fine in every way. We own our home, have enough for our old age, give to the poor so she gives me a fine allowance from my social security. I am out of the red having paid off all my debt incurred while I was in fit of bipolar mania. Now my therapist says I am fine without even any trace of hypomania or depression. I am frugal, spend very little, save for a few things expensive. She has given me expensive gifts to ease burden of my bank account. I am fair with my own money. I buy them Christmas, for father and the rest for my little family, small things for my brother's birthdays, Christmases, and mother's day nice gifts with my money for our daughter and Marjorie, I spend for them with my savings. I tell them how much I love them, and it is true, as I have allowed my fits of life to dissipate in my old age. Thank you Meian, I admire your commitment to Zazen, Shikantaza, and work toward a priestly life. Keep at it, we are there to support all of you with our thoughts and feelings. I wish you well.

Gassho
sat/lah
Tai Shi

[Meian]

Thank you Merian,

Plath's own life sheds light on my own life, which my own giving wife admonishes give it up, live in the now. "He is old, let it go, Practice your Buddhism, look at pretty fall leaves, let it go, practice Buddhism, forgive your father, look at the beauty of these hills, and the harvested fields." So, in every way, I'm attempting to leave my father behind. I have written to him of my forgiveness, and I call him often. He cannot help himself with some dementia I let him live! We do not need his support. We are fine in every way. We own our home, have enough for our old age, give to the poor so she gives me a fine allowance from my social security. I am out of the red having paid off all my debt incurred while I was in fit of bipolar mania. Now my therapist says I am fine without even any trace of hypomania or depression. I am frugal, spend very little, save for a few things expensive. She has given me expensive gifts to ease burden of my bank account. I am fair with my own money. I buy them Christmas, for father and the rest for my little family, small things for my brother's birthdays, Christmases, and mother's day nice gifts with my money for our daughter and Marjorie, I spend for them with my savings. I tell them how much I love them, and it is true, as I have allowed my fits of life to dissipate in my old age. Thank you Meian, I admire your commitment to Zazen, Shikantaza, and work toward a priestly life. Keep at it, we are there to support all of you with our thoughts and feelings. I wish you well.

Gassho
sat/lah
Tai Shi

thank you, Tai Shi

gassho stlh


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[Meian]

curled leaf
flutters and rocks
catch my eye
as it tips off my nose
autumn breeze in
a silent forest of time


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[Tai Shi]

Kokuu I spent most of the evening going through my emails and messages on messenger. Maybe we should stick to PM on Treeleaf so we don’t get confused because no where do I find anything from you except here. So I send you a PM. Thursday at 7 am my time 1 pm your time. Does this work for you?


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[Tai Shi]

I am reading Sylvia Plath these days having left Arthur C Clark for the poetry of nightmare on standby for a while now so I’m going back to the messages but I don’t see anything from you. As I said, it’s best to stick with Treeleaf Personal Messages for truly, I value our conversation with you and I will continue to PM small business to your inbox as it will help us stick with the same principles we started with.
Gassho
Tai Shi


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[Tai Shi]

First color of cold
Late October is my years
Or what I can see when I looked
In my mirror what deep set
Wrinkle free from glair does
Foretell another age spot,
Cream for my hands, white
Rubbed into arthritic hands
I wince at relief before
It seeps into my fingers
Yes now I am 72, I am
Still, even though fridged
October 29th is not far away,
This is two years since brain surgery’s
Limped organ, I have revised my heart.


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[Tai Shi]

I have broken one glass
Retired too, my face shows
Beginning of surrender to age
I mean it’s not true that I have
Abandoned Ango just that once violent
Shaking deeply felt at one time
Has retreated now that that brain tumor’s
Removed. Suddenly days after the surgery
Two years later I experienced only
One anxiety attack and I have had
No seizures and I am happy
On my new antipsychotic medication


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[Rich]

I became a bridge
Between your heart and yourself
An interpreter


Sat/lah


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