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  1. #101
    Deep in the woods
    The path
    Revealed itself

    https://drive.google.com/file/d/1mMb...w?usp=drivesdk

    Jon
    Sat
    Jon

  2. #102
    Shawnzen
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    This message has been deleted by Shawnzen.
    Reason
    I am dissatisfied with my poems, and so I have decided to delete a majority of them.
    Shawn,

    I am no critic of poetry, even Zen poetry ...

    ... but I do know that most of the critic often exists just between our own two ears. Perhaps you might repost them.

    Gassho, J

    STLah

    PS - For what my opinion is worth, I truly really liked your poems.
    ALL OF LIFE IS OUR TEMPLE

  3. #103

    The Brook

    desire -
    the babbling brook
    flows around it
    Jon

  4. #104
    There are no critics here. We post our poetry, and as is often the case with me, they are impromptu meanderings through the woods of words-- don't worry-- no one will criticise, and within reason, all are welcome-- we claim no bad or good-- we just are and we like it all-- Shawn please come back-- you are welcome here. I welcome you.
    Gassho
    sat/ lah
    Tai Shi
    Last edited by Tai Shi; 12-31-2020 at 07:50 PM. Reason: helpful
    "Nothing is so beautiful as spring--/ When weeds in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush: Thrush eggs look little low heavens, and thrush/ Through the echoing timber does not rise and wring/ The ear it strikes like lightening to hear him sing;.." Hopkins

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    Quote Originally Posted by Tai Shi View Post
    There are no critics here. We post our poetry, and as is often the case with me, they are impromptu meanderings through the woods of words-- don't worry-- no one will criticise, and within reason, all are welcome-- we claim no bad or good-- we just are and we like it all-- Shawn please come back-- you are welcome here. I welcome you.
    Gassho
    sat/ lah
    Tai Shi
    Tai Shi said it perfectly. This is a wonderful space to share our poetry with no unsolicited critique. I know that my own work won't resonate with everyone, and that's fine. If we're moved to share our work in the first place, that is all that matters.

    Please do continue to share. The more the merrier!

    Gassho,
    Rob

    -stlah-


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  6. #106

    Sitting

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

  7. #107
    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
    "Nothing is so beautiful as spring--/ When weeds in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush: Thrush eggs look little low heavens, and thrush/ Through the echoing timber does not rise and wring/ The ear it strikes like lightening to hear him sing;.." Hopkins

  8. #108
    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
    "Nothing is so beautiful as spring--/ When weeds in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush: Thrush eggs look little low heavens, and thrush/ Through the echoing timber does not rise and wring/ The ear it strikes like lightening to hear him sing;.." Hopkins

  9. #109

    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-

  11. #111
    Not seeking objects
    Not clinging to views
    I abide as I am
    Without knowing right from wrong

    Like a little boy
    I drink my coffee
    Abandoning my mind
    I stumble forward

    I cannot find enlightenment
    I cannot get rid of delusion
    Some things make me feel good
    And other things hurt me

    Sat today

  12. #112
    This person that I witness
    And his relationship to life
    Is good in some ways,
    Bad in others

    A constant feeling
    Of being bad
    And trying very hard
    To be good

    I could not become a Buddha
    By percieving the three marks
    Nor could I become a jnani
    By negating all forms

    Looking upon people like Christ and Ramakrishna
    A breath of fresh air fills my lungs and my heart is softened
    Why do I like these people?
    Perhaps because I feel that they are without judgement

    My own judgements are harsh
    Towards myself and others
    I understand what the Buddha said,
    But I cannot bare to try to be like him anymore

    Sat today
    Gassho
    Thank you all for the kind words

  13. #113
    Gradually learning to let go of unhappiness
    And learning to be kind to others.
    In the past, I have sinned
    By hurting others.
    In the present,
    I abide as awareness and watch my life happen.
    In my body,
    I practice Zazen every day and try my best to uphold moral virtues.
    Sometimes I feel like shaving my head,
    And other times I do not feel like shaving my head.
    The tall oak tree stands amongst blades of grass.
    The blades of grass tickle the base of the tree,
    And the tree offers the blades of grass some shelter from the elements.
    As the wind blows,
    Both the tree and the blades of grass sway from side to side.

    Gassho
    Sat today

  14. #114
    Hi. One more poem for today. I promise I won't delete them again. I just need to learn to get past my own embarrassment.

    Sitting on the couch,
    The world is my self.
    Even though I am different from the world,
    I identify with the world.
    Even though the world is different from me,
    I merge with the world.
    Sitting on the couch,
    I allow all things to be as they are.
    Allowing all things to be as they are,
    I practice patience, kindness, humility, and love for self and others.

    Sat today
    Gassho

    P.S. also, a question. I see some people writing "lah" in their posts. What does that stand for?

    Thanks for giving me a chance to share my poetry with you all. I hope you all have a nice day, whereever you are.

  15. #115
    Quote Originally Posted by Shawnzen View Post
    P.S. also, a question. I see some people writing "lah" in their posts. What does that stand for?

    Thanks for giving me a chance to share my poetry with you all. I hope you all have a nice day, whereever you are.
    Hey there! Embarrassment is normal I think. Us writers and poets are always so self-critical. Please keep sharing, they’re great

    LAH is short for “lend/lent a hand”. Where signing ST/Sat/Sat Today is what you’ll see most, LAH is usually after if someone feels called to share

    Gassho,
    Jesse
    ST

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    I'm not a doctor
    Or civil servant
    Yet I'm always on edge
    Always waiting
    For the other shoe
    That may never fall
    Few and far between
    Are those sublime moments
    When I let my guard down
    Welcoming the anxiety
    As an old friend
    Who stays only so long
    Before taking their leave
    And I go back to pretending
    That they're still here beside me


    Gassho,
    Rob

    -stlah-

  17. #117
    This Buddha Nature

    He began to prove
    From clouds found
    In mother's eyes,
    His Miss Emily
    Her poetry like death,
    Still in days she heard
    Him cry, lost,
    Blind to Buddha
    Nature, left
    His mindfulness,

    In India, or Iowa,
    In skys of stone.
    Sioux Falls in spring,
    Where Buddhists
    In their Theravada
    Robes were worn
    Not for his cry for
    Freedom. He ran

    From darkness,
    This loneliness,
    His second chance.
    Their seated Buddha
    Statue free from spite.
    Now Shikantaze.
    Inspiration
    His lost darkness.

    Of 12th century
    She walked in Kyoto,
    Never in mountain
    Shrine Eihei-ji temple.
    In time of winter time,
    Then to Black Hills
    Highest Mountains
    West of Rockies.

    He could walk without pain
    For a time, Turtle Creek,
    Not to Dogen yet,
    He found himself
    His poetry, his pivcytures great,
    This temple comes
    Only for monks who wait.
    Give Lay Members
    Jukai undertaking.
    Precepts do not show

    Window vows taken
    In youth, complet
    As dawning in eastern light
    Skies, through day, then
    Sunset of life for each other.
    As they climbed
    They saw their days
    Looked back at what
    Was closed to them.

    With his Inner world,
    He dreamt of Zen, found
    Years gave way
    To meditation,
    At fifty found again,
    Freedom from drudge
    His reward from school,
    Teaching easys, lesson plans,
    Dedication giving way
    To difficulties not forseen.

    Let them go, not student,
    Not teacher, nor scholar,
    His life in ordinary work.
    Again he knew winter.
    Felt arthritic spine
    Inflamation, feeling
    Ever ill, then poetry
    Found delight in words again,
    He found his Bower of Bliss,

    Then September Jubilee,
    Still more delight at sixty
    Years set free by pain
    Explore his inner world
    Again, Good poetry, good food,
    Then Shikantaza in 2014,

    His ease, Insight meditation,
    Counting Breath his reward
    She sought to see.
    Her eyes legally blind,
    Her world dim with sight,
    Marked by blindness
    In left eye,
    He helped correct,

    With his cameras, composition
    With Nature in magisterial
    He was cloth cut clean, color
    Theory, now she is his autumn.
    He lives her spring,
    She is his Queen of Peace,
    His eyes forever
    Her sight restored in him,

    She is set free.
    She ministers
    To his body, takes his
    Suffering away,
    She is Zendo practice,
    His final acceptance.

    Gassho
    sat/ lah
    Tai Shi
    Last edited by Tai Shi; 01-03-2021 at 04:42 PM. Reason: concision, spelling. my grammar checker says 9+ errors.
    "Nothing is so beautiful as spring--/ When weeds in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush: Thrush eggs look little low heavens, and thrush/ Through the echoing timber does not rise and wring/ The ear it strikes like lightening to hear him sing;.." Hopkins

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    Already perfect,
    I sit down and celebrate my wholeness.
    Sometimes I am confused.
    Sometimes the blue sky is obscured by a veil of grey clouds.
    The scenery of the sky is not a hindrance for the sky,
    Just as the branches of the tree are not parasites on the tree.
    Sometimes my heart is insecure.
    Often I do things and then regret those things later.
    Abandoning my need to be perfect,
    I forgive myself and others.

    Gassho
    ST

  19. #119
    what a strange thing, this life is.

    between tugging, clinging and pushing away

    we find the peace to drop everything.

  20. #120
    Her World Is To See

    Today someone
    Thought of my need
    She gave me Hafiz.
    This body, my book,
    Without Japan, Rumi took
    My fear "Enjoy. I am here,
    I lived too, and I survived."
    Acknowledged my winter
    Like Snowy life I know,
    Nights of solitude, gratefully
    Demanding scholarship,
    Writing my journals, my grief.
    Daughter, woman with love
    Bound your Japanese Tai Shi
    Your own scholarship, Snowy
    Laurette surpassed
    Your mother's Laurel wreath,
    Your ring earned scholarship
    Fire far above father's cry,
    Your family always dear,
    Your life this daily happiness
    In Friends your greatest gift,
    You are always near, daughter,
    In universities, in Hokkaido.
    Teaching English to children,
    This poetry, your scholarship,
    Like wood thrush song;
    Sing for Asian skies,
    Song bird fly now greatness
    Accolade need not stand still,
    Know why! I see no desire,
    Relinquish your grief, daughter
    Lift your wings and fly.

    Gassho
    sat/ lah
    Tai Shi
    Last edited by Tai Shi; 06-03-2021 at 05:20 PM. Reason: revision
    "Nothing is so beautiful as spring--/ When weeds in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush: Thrush eggs look little low heavens, and thrush/ Through the echoing timber does not rise and wring/ The ear it strikes like lightening to hear him sing;.." Hopkins

  21. #121
    Book Leaf

    Book is my fig leaf,
    Unforgotten in blizzards
    Of yesterday's wind.
    !00 kilometers an hour
    I count this day
    White snow to books
    Yes, eternal yes,
    This is my tower.
    These are my ideas,
    Not Bodhisattva.
    Gassho
    Sat/ lah
    Tai Shi
    "Nothing is so beautiful as spring--/ When weeds in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush: Thrush eggs look little low heavens, and thrush/ Through the echoing timber does not rise and wring/ The ear it strikes like lightening to hear him sing;.." Hopkins

  22. #122
    Never Stone

    Her Tales,
    In grammar,
    Morning star
    Each moon,
    Our meditations grow
    Then Shikantaza
    Dawn In Canterbury's
    Eastern light.

    Without her coat
    Cold comes in waves,
    Simple caves
    Of thread, She stitches
    Days of poetry
    My cover her rakusu.
    Verses grow,
    Her blue eyes

    Our Shore of light
    My stories of ancient
    Diggings wherever
    Is Home, is ours,
    Our residence
    House on Mary Lane,

    In South Dakota eyes,
    Visions in sight returned
    He becomes her eyes
    Her Western night,
    Never stone.

    Gassho
    sat/lah
    Tai Shi
    Last edited by Tai Shi; 01-18-2021 at 12:40 PM. Reason: Total revision
    "Nothing is so beautiful as spring--/ When weeds in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush: Thrush eggs look little low heavens, and thrush/ Through the echoing timber does not rise and wring/ The ear it strikes like lightening to hear him sing;.." Hopkins

  23. #123
    The Ordinary


    Two black cats guard this temple -
    It's just a house.
    Who would live with such companions?
    Razor claws and needle teeth.
    They fly at intruders like dragons.


    I sit and stand -
    Meditating without meditation.
    Alone in the world,
    All my friends on the cushion with me.
    Looking both inwards and outwards.


    Cars, phone, a woman cooking,
    A knock at the door.
    Disturbance
    Not ignored,
    Not hated,
    Not given importance.
    A glittering boring perfect normal day.


    Delight in the ordinary.
    Live, breathe, eat, sleep.
    Painfully, beautifully empty existence.
    Not waiting, or wishing, for a better time.
    All of life is our temple.
    清 Sei (Pure)
    光 Ko (Light)

    Al Garrod, Lincoln, UK.

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    Seiko,

    Simply beautiful! More please!

    In particular, the following line resonated quite strongly with me as that is such a perfect description of most of my days. Brilliant!

    Quote Originally Posted by Seiko View Post
    A glittering boring perfect normal day.
    Gassho,
    Seikan,

    -stlah-
    聖簡 Seikan (Sacred Simplicity)

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    Tai Shi,

    I somehow missed these last few of yours until today. Always a pleasure to read your work. You have a very gentle rhythm to your lines that just feels so natural and effortless to me.



    Gassho,
    Seikan

    -stlah-


    Quote Originally Posted by Tai Shi View Post
    Never Stone

    Her Tales,
    In grammar,
    Morning star
    Each moon,
    Our meditations grow
    Then Shikantaza
    Dawn In Canterbury's
    Eastern light.

    Without her coat
    Cold comes in waves,
    Simple caves
    Of thread, She stitches
    Days of poetry
    My cover her rakusu.
    Verses grow,
    Her blue eyes

    Our Shore of light
    My stories of ancient
    Diggings wherever
    Is Home, is ours,
    Our residence
    House on Mary Lane,

    In South Dakota eyes,
    Visions in sight returned
    He becomes her eyes
    Her Western night,
    Never stone.

    Gassho
    sat/lah
    Tai Shi
    聖簡 Seikan (Sacred Simplicity)

  26. #126
    An English Buddhist Does Yoga

    The young woman's voice said, "relax",
    In a Doncaster accent.
    I relaxed.
    "Allow yourself to sink into the mat."
    I couldn't stop myself.
    "Feel your body in contact with the ground".
    I melt into the mat.
    "Sink deeper."
    I melt THROUGH the mat.

    There is no separation between my body and the mat.
    I and the mat are one.
    There is no body, only mat.

    Later she asks, "Open your eyes into the dark and warmth of your palms".
    Nobody hears.

    "Namaste".
    There is only mat.
    清 Sei (Pure)
    光 Ko (Light)

    Al Garrod, Lincoln, UK.

    Chanting & Zazen Circle.
    All welcome.
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  27. #127
    Hackers Into America

    Computer mind of perty
    With no defences
    Hacking in illeagle
    Posting Politics, lies
    Lies, Right Wing
    Defeated in Rruth
    As bird flies in
    Computer truth
    Foxie liying in wait
    Kill the Beast
    Kill the Buddha on the Road
    Is this the end of all America?
    For certain reason, thoght
    John Lock smashed before plastic
    Bottle industry gasoline,
    I am American, I weep
    For the name as democracy
    Founders on Shoals,hard
    Truth turned inside out,
    Do we take refuge as those
    Given shots cannot respond
    Paralyzed Dharma I reach out
    To dear Sangha, Help me
    As all that I hold dear sitters
    Shikantaza, death, will reighn as
    Rich crush children in tiny
    Microbes not seen through optical
    Tube, we are dead in water. oh anger
    Stop, stop, stop, as All colapses, fight
    Cruze tip of iceberg as Titan flounders
    In Atlantic, Pacific mess, death to others
    Oh Buddha principle of LIFE be all
    Who seek the flower of irriliougious peace.

    Gassho
    sat/ lah
    Tai Shi.
    Last edited by Tai Shi; 02-15-2021 at 10:25 PM. Reason: word order (syntax)
    "Nothing is so beautiful as spring--/ When weeds in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush: Thrush eggs look little low heavens, and thrush/ Through the echoing timber does not rise and wring/ The ear it strikes like lightening to hear him sing;.." Hopkins

  28. #128

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

    Seika and Seiko, thank you. You both comment well. The best critic praises all that's best, the best phrases, the best sound, the best images, the best metaphors, intrinsically knowing what comes next, and what has come before.
    Gassho
    sat/ lah
    Tai Shi
    Last edited by Tai Shi; 02-28-2021 at 09:41 PM. Reason: syntax, punctuation
    "Nothing is so beautiful as spring--/ When weeds in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush: Thrush eggs look little low heavens, and thrush/ Through the echoing timber does not rise and wring/ The ear it strikes like lightening to hear him sing;.." Hopkins

  29. #129
    Seiko I don’t mean this to be a mutual admiration society but I love this thought and feel of yoga beyond my body. I love the mat, i love the oneness the simple things that populated your everything you have brought me with you and I cannot practice yoga because of my pain and arthritis, but in your poem I find it momentarily one without fear of pain. Thank you.
    Gassho sat/ lah
    Tai Shi
    "Nothing is so beautiful as spring--/ When weeds in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush: Thrush eggs look little low heavens, and thrush/ Through the echoing timber does not rise and wring/ The ear it strikes like lightening to hear him sing;.." Hopkins

  30. #130
    EMPTINESS

    I'm sitting on a chair
    and my spine is aligned
    I breathe, settling my mind

    I hear a barking dog
    a frustrated car horn
    my own far away thoughts

    The emptiness within
    is the hollow axle
    that is moving the world


    Gasso,
    Mags
    ST

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    Lovely poem Mags!

    I particularly enjoyed your last stanza--such a wonderful image!


    Quote Originally Posted by Margherita View Post

    The emptiness within
    is the hollow axle
    that is moving the world

    Gassho,
    Seikan

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  32. #132
    My life is a river of bliss,
    Ebbing and flowing here and there;
    Always stationary and unmoving,
    Always changing and on the move.

    I am unborn and unbound;
    I watch this play as it flows.
    Faces, places, and circumstances
    Reveal themselves as a mixture
    Of pure happiness
    And unbearable sadness.

    ST

  33. #133
    No "my life"
    No "non-self"
    No practice
    No attainment

    All things, not-self
    Self, undivided
    Formless, I am all forms

    Not here as opposed to there
    I am here, I am there
    I am empty
    One Fullness

    Gassho
    Sat today

  34. #134
    Nice


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    "Nothing is so beautiful as spring--/ When weeds in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush: Thrush eggs look little low heavens, and thrush/ Through the echoing timber does not rise and wring/ The ear it strikes like lightening to hear him sing;.." Hopkins

  35. #135
    Words, words
    Like flying birds
    Drifting through the sky
    Like clouds in my mind
    Feelings, feelings
    Leaving me reeling
    In pain, in pain
    'Til I learn to let them go
    Abiding in emptiness
    Unhinged from forms
    I disappear, I disappear
    Unborn, unborn

    -

    Who am I, really?
    I like to assume
    Various things about myself
    Confused, consumed
    By obsessive thoughts
    And emotional turmoil
    Closer to death,
    Oh, so afraid
    Oh, such devastation

    -

    Worried about the future
    Plagued by anxiety
    Committed to dharma
    For the sake of peace
    Praying to the Lord
    For safety and protection
    From harm

    ST
    Gassho

  36. #136
    Shawnzen you have reminded me of my love of poetry and words. I love to even look at your name and wonder what it means. Thank you for writing a poem about words and poetry with heart. Poetry has been my life since I was 17 and you remind me why.
    Gassho
    sat/ lah
    Tai Shi


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  37. #137
    I tried to sit in the lotus posture,
    But my legs fell asleep as they always do.
    So,
    Rather than torture myself,
    I uncrossed my legs and sat in what people call "Burmese."
    Abandoning my notions
    And putting my faith in the practice,
    I found some rest in this simplicity.

    Gassho
    Sat today

  38. #138
    Easygoing

    This moment is
    What it is
    And needs to be
    Nothing more

    I look
    Through a window
    Tinted with kindness
    Kindness I feel deeply
    Towards this moment

    Allowing it to be
    And feel
    Just so

    This is buddha

    I finally understand
    Why we bow
    In gratitude

    Sat today
    Joe

  39. #139
    仁道 生開 - Jindo Shokai "Open to life in a benevolent way"
    May we all grow together in our knowledge of the Dharma

  40. #140
    Gassho
    sat/ lah
    Tai Shi


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    Last edited by Tai Shi; 05-02-2021 at 08:04 PM.
    "Nothing is so beautiful as spring--/ When weeds in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush: Thrush eggs look little low heavens, and thrush/ Through the echoing timber does not rise and wring/ The ear it strikes like lightening to hear him sing;.." Hopkins

  41. #141
    Departure

    My pain runs deep, my jaw, my sleep
    Renounce the dark, and do not weep
    Day comes on in gray, no where to stay,
    Remember we are but ash, mother
    Do not stay immortality renounce.
    December is far behind, my jaw
    My head seems without relief, mother
    Do not return, but far you wander.
    From star to galaxy, no way for me
    To gather my ashes yet, I live alone
    With her my Bodhisattva in our house,
    She makes our food with honesty,
    Her love a kindness, I asked her once
    "Do you mind my care as your work?"
    Retirement there, she sleeps yet
    Each morning through, ten penny
    Nail removed from my chest with
    My Lidocaine, my rest, she snips
    At clothe backing with bandage
    Scissors in her hand this verse
    Of my atonement gone, four vows
    My refuge from desire, just one
    Man my friend, in unity, my universal
    Planet Ganymede and Io demi gods,
    Where I shall rest my ash, in mausoleum,
    Within my spectral light, where no one
    Sees my days, where more money
    Is saved, mean while where days
    Do not grow dim, supplant grief Not
    Time for tears, reach for Buddha age
    To learn his wisdom of suffering lost
    Life regained, my head filled with
    Poetry I reach out for my friend
    Ask him to slowly give what can
    Be essence of my deeds, my
    Equanimity, my gratitude, my loss,
    When I depart her love I see
    Myself clearly giving back my mind
    Her genius fulfilled finally we rest.

    Tai Shi
    sat/ lah
    Gassho
    Last edited by Tai Shi; 05-02-2021 at 08:53 PM. Reason: title
    "Nothing is so beautiful as spring--/ When weeds in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush: Thrush eggs look little low heavens, and thrush/ Through the echoing timber does not rise and wring/ The ear it strikes like lightening to hear him sing;.." Hopkins

  42. #142
    Frustration
    Confusion
    Mixed with dispassion
    An onlooker, Am I
    A bystander on the sidewalk
    I watch the chaos and commotion
    The traffic in the road
    From a safe distance away
    My vantage point

    Gassho
    Sat today

  43. #143
    We Decide Together

    I celebrated our end,
    Light in garden, flowers
    She and I together
    Sold our Ashes in universal
    Pire; red, purple, blue,
    Flowers do not exist
    Over our bodies gone,
    Blue silence container,
    Of our love planted deep
    I do not care,
    Life succeeds our wishes
    Gone with earth over us
    Always time for death
    Over there the recliner
    Chair in soil
    Could not move
    Damp with dew, remorse
    Who will see our flowers
    Impossible in earth, alone,
    Elemental, Oxygen, Hydrogen,
    Water, light Carbon, soft soil
    Eternal, garden until space
    Engulf our soil, nova, sun
    Gone mad. fire engulf
    Enough, blocks of sight,
    Stems, seeds
    Not personal prisms,
    Prisons of our vapor as we
    Rise from sleep, shall never
    Wish again to waken, death
    Frail, perhaps not Parted
    From our sun engulfing all
    Bringing our ashes to our star,
    Fire, everlasting Lake of Rain
    Clouds, distanced on our grass
    Great incineration, retreat
    Of life, Torrente of rivers,
    Oceans dividing finally apart
    As liquid rises to space
    Matter spuing forth
    All earth to join our joy, to fathom
    Soft soil, fertile mind secure forever
    In science, but her her life, I alone
    To flowers, hers to garden green
    We now reaches for hands, for thoughts.
    Gone My chest, curved back, knotted neck
    All but broken holds, my thinking. She
    Takes my pain. I give her earth, sinew
    To my shortened life, we solved thousands
    Of years, ageless, we together rose alone.
    Ageless, my nerves never steady,
    Mind eternally gone, her thoughts giving
    Reasoned quality of flowers, not sliding
    Into silent days, blue Fern Lake, deer
    Close, solutions slipped away, loneliness
    Of mind given to our precepts hers truth
    Of what she was to solve my anger gone,
    Life solved for us both of. I gave me
    Her joy.. She gave both of us child,
    Small gift of life, wonder child born
    In high risk birth, both nearly died,
    Two weeks In pain, seventeen hours
    Of labor. this hard birth near Front
    Range, Sober miracle of life Rocky
    Mountains, Colorado steep foundation
    For us both child brilliant mind, thoughts
    Turned to South Dakota my arthritis,
    My body solved without travail I submitted
    I asked again as when we sat softly
    On our Cushions was this life made easier
    In our death our resting place this earth.
    I let her wishes for us both live forever
    As I asked. She could decide
    Is science is wrong, essence our own birth
    Poor boy, poor girl we had been hurt.
    Of millennia will be our blue flowers
    Planted on the plains, hills of rest,
    I asked again before the end,
    At that time I ask her to make our plans,
    "Do you know exactly
    What is to be? Tell me now, I need
    To know. Is your decision to be right.
    Please, I do not know. Is it science
    Or flowers in our bed, place of rest
    After life what happens? You decide."

    Gassho
    sat/ lah
    Tai Shi
    Last edited by Tai Shi; 06-08-2021 at 01:23 PM.
    "Nothing is so beautiful as spring--/ When weeds in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush: Thrush eggs look little low heavens, and thrush/ Through the echoing timber does not rise and wring/ The ear it strikes like lightening to hear him sing;.." Hopkins

  44. #144
    Anger and resistance follow my actions
    Down every rabbit hole of passing moments.
    What am I angry at?

    Floating in the vast exspanse
    Of energy and emptiness--
    Slowly, I unravel.

    The Buddha said to abandon craving,
    And therefore I abandon it.
    How do I abandon my craving for non-craving?

    An intuitive sense of Nirvana's presence--
    A faith in the path towards it.
    I let go, let go, let go.

    Gassho
    ST

  45. #145

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

    Remember friend if the poet might make a poem longer than 14 lines in English, one will lose the audience. I tell you If you dare like me to make long poems, you can even be a greatest poet like Homer but no one but scholars will venture into your lines.
    Gassho
    sat: lah
    Tai Shi


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    Last edited by Tai Shi; 05-08-2021 at 03:39 PM.
    "Nothing is so beautiful as spring--/ When weeds in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush: Thrush eggs look little low heavens, and thrush/ Through the echoing timber does not rise and wring/ The ear it strikes like lightening to hear him sing;.." Hopkins

  46. #146
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    I Sat Outside

    Unusually, I sat outside today.
    My lover, the wind, caressed me with joy;
    Her birds and cicadas sang for me.

    And, yes, even though this was written on another day, I sat today.
    --
    Hōkan at the Crooked House by Wonderland Park in Longfellow, Minneapolis, MN, USA

  47. #147
    Today I sing for others
    May we sing compassion
    As the Buddha sang
    His whole life in matter
    Of days at 80, lingering
    Beyond the Great Beyond
    Sung memories
    In this song of empathy
    I sing, I sing in this moment
    Let me but in my tenor
    Voice unwind this day
    In memory of my mother
    Who like the Buddha passed
    Away in silence for it is
    Ultimately in silence
    Our lives are gone,
    But memory, yes memory
    Lives on, in silence
    Nothing stops the Buddha,
    Our Christ in hallowed
    Walk to Gethsemane
    Gathered strength to die
    In strength, as eighty
    Years flashed before Buddha
    Eyes, Jesus lay down his cast
    Lingering no more on wring
    Remined every day we all
    Live on, not so much
    In memory but in life of our song.

    Gassho
    sat / lah
    Tai Shi
    Last edited by Tai Shi; 06-03-2021 at 02:05 PM.
    "Nothing is so beautiful as spring--/ When weeds in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush: Thrush eggs look little low heavens, and thrush/ Through the echoing timber does not rise and wring/ The ear it strikes like lightening to hear him sing;.." Hopkins

  48. #148
    That's beautiful, Tai Shi!

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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.

  49. #149
    Huh?
    Oh, that's right!
    I forgot what it meant to be unhindered.

    The lingering taste of sparkling water
    Sits on my tongue--
    The lingering tingly-ness of a 25-minute Zazen
    Slowly fades away from my leg.

    I must apologize to everyone
    For the nervous-wreck I have been these last few years.

    I have been unwell.

    Gassho
    Sat today

    Shawn B. M.

  50. #150
    Anger greets me
    'Round every corner
    Of every street
    And every avenue.
    Seeking, seeking, seeking,
    But never finding.
    Moments pass me by;
    And, blinded by my own delusions,
    I do not notice as they slip away from me.

    Gassho
    ST

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