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

    When sitting on a Thursday morning

    I open my flower,
    for as a man, I am woman
    I mean not in sex
    I mean in spirit
    non extant without love
    and freedom into night
    Love of flowers
    Love of song, equality
    In thought, smell
    Perfume of roses, undone
    Chain of being, we explain,

    We wonder about daffodils,
    About chrasanthamums
    about TOPICS OF ZEN
    Sitting of Soto, so what
    Of Soto, what does it mean
    No bad sitting, among
    Flowers, among crowns
    Of stem, of petals
    Tibia of roses, of all
    Flowers, sitting
    Upon stems no chaos
    Sitting just sitting
    Shikantaza, Jukai,
    Final Rakusu, Precepts
    Freedom to live one's life
    In accordance
    With loving Kindness
    and equality of each flower?

    Tai Shi
    sat today/lah
    Gassho
    Deepest Bows.
    Last edited by Jundo; 01-24-2021 at 02:33 AM. Reason: spelling
    A monk asked Yun-men, "What are the teachings of a lifetime?" Yum-men said to him, "An appropriate statement." Zen Mondo

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    All, and every member may post here, there are no restriction about kinds of poetry or verse, and so long as one does not violate common sense, loving kindness, openness, equality, acceptance and the attitudes of respect for others, attempts at equanimity, one my post anything, even any kind of prose, or examples from other poets such from Eastern or Western cultures.

    Tai Shi
    sat today
    Gassho
    Last edited by Tai Shi; 01-28-2018 at 11:16 AM.
    A monk asked Yun-men, "What are the teachings of a lifetime?" Yum-men said to him, "An appropriate statement." Zen Mondo

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    Wordsworth "Expostulation and Reply":

    "WHY, William, on that old grey stone,
    Thus for the length of half a day,
    Why, William, sit you thus alone,
    And dream your time away?

    "Where are your books?--that light bequeathed
    To Beings else forlorn and blind!
    Up! up! and drink the spirit breathed
    From dead men to their kind.

    "You look round on your Mother Earth,
    As if she for no purpose bore you;
    As if you were her first-born birth,
    And none had lived before you!"

    One morning thus, by Esthwaite lake,
    When life was sweet, I knew not why,
    To me my good friend Matthew spake,
    And thus I made reply:

    "The eye--it cannot choose but see;
    We cannot bid the ear be still;
    Our bodies feel, where'er they be,
    Against or with our will.

    "Nor less I deem that there are Powers
    Which of themselves our minds impress;
    That we can feed this mind of ours
    In a wise passiveness.

    "Think you, 'mid all this mighty sum
    Of things for ever speaking,
    That nothing of itself will come,
    But we must still be seeking?

    "--Then ask not wherefore, here, alone,
    Conversing as I may,
    I sit upon this old grey stone,
    And dream my time away,"

    Gassho--
    Deborah

    SatToday

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    The Brook

    desire -
    the babbling brook
    flows around it
    Jon

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    Quote Originally Posted by PeaceMan View Post
    desire -
    the babbling brook
    flows around it
    Yes, I babble just like a brook. As a young man, I said little. I grew older more and more water eroded my stones. I am now smooth. I babble.
    Gassho
    sat / lah
    Gassho
    Tai Shi
    A monk asked Yun-men, "What are the teachings of a lifetime?" Yum-men said to him, "An appropriate statement." Zen Mondo

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    dreams of spring flowers
    Counting winter Chrystal stars
    The sun king expands

    SAT today



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    Rich
    MUHYO
    無 (MU, Emptiness) and 氷 (HYO, Ice) ... Emptiness Ice ...

    I may be wrong and not knowing is acceptable

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    Honesty

    from the 12 X 12 of AA

    Who wishes to be rigorously honest/and tolerant?
    Who wants to confess and make Restitution for harm done?
    Who cares anything about a Higher Power, let alone meditation and prayer?
    Who wants to sacrifice time and energy in trying to carry A,A,'s message
    To the next sufferer? No not the average alcoholic, self-centered
    In the extreme, doesn't care for this prospect--
    Unless he has to do these things in order to stay alive himself.
    A monk asked Yun-men, "What are the teachings of a lifetime?" Yum-men said to him, "An appropriate statement." Zen Mondo

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    Again--all members may post here any poetic prose or poetry that follows our Precepts, new members, old members, just any person at all, deep bows, Gassho Tai Shi.
    A monk asked Yun-men, "What are the teachings of a lifetime?" Yum-men said to him, "An appropriate statement." Zen Mondo

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    Sitting

    Thoughts racing, turning, chasing
    Changing
    Coming, leaving all at once
    Grasping
    Grasped
    Gone
    Underneath the storm
    Is silence
    Peace
    Present
    All along
    Jon

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    Quote Originally Posted by PeaceMan View Post
    Thoughts racing, turning, chasing
    Changing
    Coming, leaving all at once
    Grasping
    Grasped
    Gone
    Underneath the storm
    Is silence
    Peace
    Present
    All along

    Very, nice, For me, so long as I relax, zazen is peaceful.
    Gassho
    sat/lah
    Gassho
    A monk asked Yun-men, "What are the teachings of a lifetime?" Yum-men said to him, "An appropriate statement." Zen Mondo

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    Let Us Remember Joy

    Let us remember joy
    Because of light unto
    Another sky of Love,
    Compassion,
    Letting go of memory
    Simple like wrens
    In flight before Sun
    Predicting spring
    Compassion because
    Wrens do not go south
    For winter, stay
    Outside in evergreen
    Bushes building little
    Hideaways below windows
    Where our heating vents
    Stay warm all winter.

    "Oh Father, you made
    That willow reed whistle
    At Lion's Camp in spring,
    While birds sang in morning
    As I sat in warmth
    Singing my song
    After night with you."
    Sun came at six a.m. light,
    We sat together
    My dad, my surrender
    As finally after sixty-six
    Years I asked, "Oh, father,
    Do you love me,
    Do you love your sons?"

    My brother asking much
    Like stone before sky
    Of orange morning lust,
    "I love you each in different ways,
    I love you both because that's
    Part of families, that's
    Where we go, that's what we do"
    Like birds sustaining
    Days I never spoke
    Or never gave him
    Warmth because we'd flown,
    Finally brother came to me
    Asking, sat before morning
    Allowing distance two-thousand
    miles of sand I did not have,
    "That's part of families
    Unspeakable Love,
    Never said at birth,
    We,ve known it all along
    Since we were born.
    You must believe."
    I asked the hollow
    Truth, solitude writing poems,
    Nesting chartered in our path
    Outside my window,
    Crack of dawn, took flight
    In snow predicting hatchlings,
    They never left in winter
    But sang hidden songs
    As Songbirds of morning light
    Cold, ruffled into day
    Given over predictions
    Of spring, constant

    Love, Father, we are yours
    Son's with love found again
    Communion of nature
    As February into expectations
    Of days without cold,
    Without cold in Midwestern
    Frost on snow, as our Western
    California days became compassion
    Father with my brother across billions
    Of miles singing electric apples
    sounds into sunlight
    Foreshadowed as we talked
    Of daughter Laurel
    In St Louis singing books
    My wife Marjorie, my pearl,
    Brother Robert obstinate,
    His son Ian invisible,
    Ian's son baby Hudson,
    Me, strongest, without pain
    With sanity brought us to father
    Like some Buddha nature
    Like Christ risen from death
    A different crusification of us all

    In compassion of light
    Took flight into air
    We gathered family
    No more leaving,
    Finally coming together
    To dare giving each others'
    Mothers gone like wrens
    Who leaving in morning light
    Or heaven deeply gone
    We loved us each other
    Compassion in memory
    We lived again, all of us
    Family alone beyond winter
    Beyond death, foreshadowed
    By both our belief in love,
    Divisions of divorce melted,
    Away, but my brother still
    From winter's night would give
    Nothing, but we gave eternal warmth
    To him living in generations immortal
    Risen yet again, that Love
    I'd finally found our father
    Each of us alone, together
    Like Birds nesting in spring
    Our birthright recognition,
    Given once again silent
    Except in kindness,
    Our father's gift.

    Tai Shi, 2-12-2018
    sat this morning/lah
    Gassho and deepest bows
    Last edited by Tai Shi; 02-12-2018 at 03:02 PM. Reason: spelling
    A monk asked Yun-men, "What are the teachings of a lifetime?" Yum-men said to him, "An appropriate statement." Zen Mondo

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    Each of us alone, together
    Like Birds nesting in spring
    Our birthright recognition,
    Given once again silent
    Except in kindness,
    Our father's gift.

    Tai Shi, 2-12-2018
    sat this morning/lah
    Gassho and deepest bows

    Tai Shi, i wish you all the best with your knee-surgery.


    coos

    std

    Let silence take you to the core of life (Rumi)


    Aprāpti (अप्राप्ति) non-attainment

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    I try to hold the name of something, (pin the name on the donkey) but that name keeps falling off.
    I try to maintain the characteristics of something, but those characteristics keep falling off.
    I try to guard the meaning of something, but that meaning keeps falling off.
    How miserable..... no.... how wonderful!

    Shou An
    Gassho
    Sat Today

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    Righting Wrong View

    Wrong is not the opposite of right
    Wrong is right astray
    Pushing and pulling everything in its way
    Jon

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    Quote Originally Posted by PeaceMan View Post
    Wrong is not the opposite of right
    Wrong is right astray
    Pushing and pulling everything in its way
    Jon,

    I really like this one. In particular the line, "Wrong is right astray". This is good food for thought/non-thought and dovetails nicely with our ongoing precepts study.



    Gassho,
    Rob

    -stlah-

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    Flaw

    These days, practice is difficult,
    bowing to soap scum in the mirror.
    Birdsong is not just birdsong.
    Skin: parchment-illuminated.

    Gassho,
    Michael
    Sattoday

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    My knee is a success, and I am walking on two legs with two artificial knees working well. So, I will walk to the park, three and half blocks away in a few weeks--thank you for ALL your thoughts and sitting, Shikantaza and mindfulness. THIs SpaCE is for the ENTIRE SANGHA, and anyone can and can post here your writing, big and small, prose and poetry--please post.

    Tai Shi
    sat today
    Gassho
    Last edited by Tai Shi; 03-18-2018 at 12:06 PM. Reason: spelling
    A monk asked Yun-men, "What are the teachings of a lifetime?" Yum-men said to him, "An appropriate statement." Zen Mondo

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    Quote Originally Posted by Tai Shi View Post
    My knee is a success, and I am walking on two legs with two artificial knees working well. So, I will walk to the park, three and half blocks away in a few weeks--thank you for ALL your thoughts and sitting, Shikantaza and mindfulness. THIs SpaCE is for the ENTIRE SANGHA, and anyone can and can post here your writing, big and small, prose and poetry--please post.

    Tai Shi
    sat today
    Gassho
    It seems a kind of Kinhin (walking Zazen) with all your small steps.

    I am glad that your are recovering.

    Gassho, Jundo

    SatTodayLAH
    ALL OF LIFE IS OUR TEMPLE

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    In an attempt to stay engaged and avoid my smartphone, I have been writing haiku during breaks in meetings or when I return to my seat and the discussion has not yet begun:

    A five-minute break
    lurches bull-like against stalls
    of time and purpose

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    Clarity on the Cushion

    Frustration isn’t who,
    Frustration isn’t what,
    Frustration isn’t how,
    Frustration isn’t why,
    Frustration isn’t.

    Sat
    Marc Connery
    明岩
    Myo̅ Gan - Bright Cliff

    I put the Monkey in Monkeymind

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    On one turn,
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    Its faith is
    reward ed.

    - fishing for dinner, Sunfaced buddha revealed mountain pass.



    Gassho,
    Geoff.

    SatToday
    Lay.
    Nothing to do? Why not Sit?

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    An eastern screech owl
    sits zazen
    in a branch outside this window.

    She is a small mountain
    we walk beneath.

    The tree holds her gently and securely.
    High winds don't seem to bother anyone.

    Gassho
    Meishin
    Sat Today LAH
    Last edited by Meishin; 04-04-2018 at 04:06 PM.

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    Today my leg--knee itches
    For the first time
    Sign of oncoming muscles
    I make arrangements
    For exercise, free two months
    At hospital gym.
    I will find something
    Of upper body there,
    Then back to senior center
    Supervised exercise rooms
    Thankfully I volunteer there.

    Tai Shi
    Gassho
    sat today/lah
    Last edited by Tai Shi; 04-04-2018 at 12:32 PM. Reason: punctuation
    A monk asked Yun-men, "What are the teachings of a lifetime?" Yum-men said to him, "An appropriate statement." Zen Mondo

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    It's morning 7:14
    Wondering why comes so late

    Why our Zendo gives no poems
    We sit in unconventionality

    Nothing of other poems
    In our online Zendo, please

    Please write with heart, or
    Mindfulness, ours is a silent

    Zendo Shikantaza sit 5 minutes
    Or 10, or 20, or 35, or 60,

    No limit or expectation, into no
    No expectation into nothing

    Let us rise, gaining into nothing
    Rise to poems or mental exercises with body

    Silent half days from 2:37 a.m. rise from sleep
    Poems for ALL, all may come to write Zen

    Buddha nature into silent moods, comfort
    Requiem Agnus Daie

    May we understand each other in spite of death
    We write with pens of pain no sorrow, nothing

    No mouth, mouth, no pencil, pencil, let go
    Write for mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, Zendo,

    More, all may come here, no restriction, all
    May come, bring any mindfulness, bring any soul

    Bring your sorrow, bring your pain or celebration
    All are welcomed with joy returning as to father

    Son, into open arms, caring for those by roadside
    Those left to die, our responsibility, our middle way.

    Tai Shi
    sat this morning
    Gassho, deep bows to all our Zendo
    Come and write most anything.
    Last edited by Tai Shi; 04-15-2018 at 12:36 PM. Reason: spelling
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    The candle’s flame,
    Once new and bright,
    Diminished over time,
    The wick grew smaller,
    As it cut,
    deeper into the center,
    The flame is now small,
    The light is now fainter,
    And flickers quietly,
    On the last piece of wax.
    If I were to grab it,
    It would burn me,
    Just the same.


    Gassho,
    SatToday,
    Billy

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    the crimson sun sets
    beneath a dying world


    I continue my meditation
    Last edited by Jundo; 04-24-2018 at 12:43 PM.

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    An allosaurus roars.
    The herd of stegosaurus stampedes.
    This too, is Buddha.

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    Once, I wounded,
    Yet still I think.

    When I was young,
    it was a fantasy.
    now I'm here,
    She with me.

    A great tragedy is all
    I see.
    Sitting,
    Sitting,


    I sat.
    I wait.



    Gravity itself drives me forward.
    Towards........
    What?.



    Once I cast a spell,
    To remember, or
    something, I forget.



    A sunbeam.
    A flower.

    This minute.
    This hour.



    Gonzo makes what Gonzo gets.




    Yet still,
    Something....




    must be said
    Nothing to do? Why not Sit?

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    Rushing, rushing
    No place to go
    泰林 - Tai Rin - Peaceful Woods

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    It's You vs. You.
    How?
    I am one, not two.

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    I am unborn
    I am undead
    I am immortal
    I am invulnerable

    I was born
    I shall die
    I am slowly dying
    I am fragile

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    A pile of poop
    Sat in zazen in the middle of the lawn

    The surrounding blades of grass were annoyed

    They said Mr Poop
    Your practice stinks

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    Something from my pediatric residency days

    I look upon an empty room where someone was before,
    I see the walls all stripped and bare an feel the pain once more.
    What was it that I’d hoped to find where people felt such gloom,
    It’s not the child he is no more and does not need the room.
    But through my tears I find a peace, a thought that comforts me,
    Although a cure I could not give, from pain I know he’s free.

    Dedicated to Chase Gribbens

    Gassho
    Sat
    Marc Connery
    明岩
    Myo̅ Gan - Bright Cliff

    I put the Monkey in Monkeymind

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    Yours is really moving, Myogan.

    Deep bows
    Kokuu
    -sattoday/lah-
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    A pile of poop
    Sat in zazen in the middle of the lawn

    The surrounding blades of grass were annoyed

    They said Mr Poop
    Your practice stinks
    Ha! I love this one.
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    Confidently Proselytizing to ghosts
    tripping in fetters
    illusion giving way to illusion

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    But through my tears I find a peace, a thought that comforts me,
    Although a cure I could not give, from pain I know he’s free.
    Myogan;

    Beautiful, Thank you for sharing this teaching

    Gassho, Shokai

    stlah
    仁道 生開 - Jindo Shokai "Open to life in a benevolent way"
    May we all grow together in our knowledge of the Dharma

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    Fly buzzing around
    Mind flitting from thought to thought
    Moonlight, long shadows.

    Gassho,

    Kirk
    -----

    流文

    I know nothing.

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

    In a boundless field
    The morning sun rises
    Field lilies ablaze in fire

    Casting long shadows
    Dew kissed feather reeds
    Whisper the wind’s desire

    On a broken ash tree
    A merry meadowlark
    Calls its cantata alone

    Grandma rests in peace
    On top the hill’s crest
    Her bed marked by stone

    Although she is silent
    I softly say to her
    Hold on don’t let me fall

    Through the stillness
    She whispers to me
    The boundless field holds it all



    Sat2day

    Edit: Inspired by Kate’s recent Alzheimer's post. It got thinking about my grandma.
    Last edited by Troy; 12-20-2018 at 08:28 PM.

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    This poem, a sonnet, was written by the current British Poet Laureate, Carol Ann Duffy, in commemoration of the 100th anniversary of the armistice of World War One, to be celebrated on 11 November of this year.

    The Wound in Time


    It is the wound in Time. The century’s tides,
    chanting their bitter psalms, cannot heal it.
    Not the war to end all wars; death’s birthing place;
    the earth nursing its ticking metal eggs, hatching
    new carnage. But how could you know, brave
    as belief as you boarded the boats, singing?
    The end of God in the poisonous, shrapneled air.
    Poetry gargling its own blood. We sense it was love
    you gave your world for; the town squares silent,
    awaiting their cenotaphs. What happened next?
    War. And after that? War. And now? War. War.
    History might as well be water, chastising this shore;
    for we learn nothing from your endless sacrifice.
    Your faces drowning in the pages of the sea.

    Gassho
    Kokuu
    -sattoday-
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    Code:
    All along
    The peaceful shore
    Waves of thought
    Roll in
    Caught
        Like breath
    They, silent, simply
        Roll back out
    Again
    Gassho,

    Chris @archpoet

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    Rather than give the body relief
    Give relief to the mind
    When the mind is at peace, the body is not distressed.
    If mine and body are both set free
    One no longer needs
    To escape this daily life.
    Anon

    Richard

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    Rather than give the body relief
    Give relief to the mind
    When the mind is at peace, the body is not distressed.
    If mine and body are both set free
    One no longer needs
    To escape this daily 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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    I Am Awake Now

    O Cosmic Mudra
    You are perfectly sized
    And perfectly shaped
    To accept the cold, wet nose
    Of a German Shepherd,
    Seeking my belly.

    Gassho,
    Joseph
    Sat/LAH

    You deserve to be happy.
    You deserve to be loved.

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    O Cosmic Mudra
    You are perfectly sized
    And perfectly shaped
    To accept the cold, wet nose
    Of a German Shepherd,
    Seeking my belly.
    That's lovely!

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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 love haikus and gave myself a little try:

    "the way just a game,
    nothing has to be done now,
    perfect attainment"

    and

    "Sitting at night,
    Grashoppers are clittering -
    in and out are gone"


    Gassho,
    Ben

    Stlah
    Last edited by Horin; 03-28-2019 at 12:26 PM.

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    Hi Ben

    Your second one has great images!

    English Language Haiku (ELH) and other western forms do not have to be written in 5-7-5 format which refers to Japanese sound units which are shorter than syllables for the most part. Freeing ourself from this tends to give greater license to focus on images and seasonality.

    Chrysanthemum is a good German language resource for haiku: http://chrysanthemum-haiku.net/media...nthemum_24.pdf

    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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    Quote Originally Posted by Kokuu View Post
    Hi Ben

    Your second one has great images!

    English Language Haiku (ELH) and other western forms do not have to be written in 5-7-5 format which refers to Japanese sound units which are shorter than syllables for the most part. Freeing ourself from this tends to give greater license to focus on images and seasonality.

    Chrysanthemum is a good German language resource for haiku: http://chrysanthemum-haiku.net/media...nthemum_24.pdf

    Gassho
    Kokuu
    -sattoday-
    Thank you very much, Kokuu. i will have a look!


    Gassho,
    Ben

    Stlah

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    Trees, bear brown
    Old leaves in Spring
    Buds forstalled by cold
    I sit and wonder why.

    Gassho
    Tai Shi
    A monk asked Yun-men, "What are the teachings of a lifetime?" Yum-men said to him, "An appropriate statement." Zen Mondo

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