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  1. #51
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    Even in this decaying body
    the brightness of ten thousand things;
    carrion crow, an oak tree in bud,
    crab shells left behind by the tide.

    Dog violets mix with celandines
    on the forest floor,
    clouds pass overhead,
    gathering sun.

    From the hour of our birth,
    no moment is the same,
    yet each contains all things,
    how can any of us ever be alone?

    One foot in front of the other,
    waves break on the shore,
    we follow our ancestors
    as breath follows breath.

    Lighting incense to Amida Buddha,
    I empty my bowl
    and already find it
    full of blossom.
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  3. #53
    Kokuu, thank you for this. _()_

    gassho, doyu
    sat today/lah

  4. #54
    For my friend Kokuu
    Morning Glories Will Come

    Time after time
    We reach for sunshine,
    Reaching from our beds
    Of fertile soil where gardens
    Grew roses, now The Glory
    Of toil as chariot rides
    Across our sky.

    We lose nothing
    In colorful gold days
    Swept clean from clouds.
    Why bother our bowed heads
    Of yellow, green, red
    To stem our winter's sleep?

    Locked away our pockets empty,
    No seed? Gardener reaches
    Into tiny packets,
    Paper thin pouches
    Around crowns of earth.

    Our women and men,
    Lingering long in caves,
    Still wakeful on walls,
    Sentient beings
    In books. Finding wisdom,

    We reach lovingly
    For packets of sun. Our seeds
    bring forth deliverance
    Of desire. Our graves are not
    Dug as lives rejoice, given over
    To delight of air,

    Sunshine our mindfulness,
    Into openings where rain showers
    Bring water, bower of delight,
    Now tiny blossoms sprout, bloom

    Another day rich. We reach for sky,
    Living things given to clouds
    bursting water, sprouting seeds,
    Without souls, We reach again,

    Buddhas touch earth.
    Now Sacred roots. This is spring.
    Down, down, stems of cells,
    Biology of wakefulness now alive.
    Above is the Morning Star,

    For others our earthly ocean
    Of air is bright with eternal
    Juno's energy, one after one
    Cells of Earth's aquarium drop

    Of dew point to Earth, reversing
    Our Compasses pointing north,
    For joyful sun rays give blooms.
    Energy renews another spring.

    Living seeds, we sing as our eyes
    Close, resting notes of poetry
    Simple Haikus, form natural,
    Broken five notes sung to seven,

    Dreaming generations
    Such as Solomon
    Never knew, so arrayed
    Our gold is gone; new of gold
    So old my song.

    We are shown life every day,
    While Venus dawns below Polaris,
    New again, We find happiness,
    Bright Sun above our morning,
    We wake to full days,

    Realization of our sun,
    Like this morning star,
    Our Air is never dry, full sun
    Sweeps Starry Night away,

    I wake to dawn, my work again
    Poetry with bowed head,
    Now I chop wood,
    Now I carry water.
    Now I fetch the Sun.

    Gassho.
    Tai Shi
    sat
    Last edited by Tai Shi; 02-09-2020 at 07:00 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

  5. #55
    Luke

    Golden morning
    Caught in a spider’s web
    As the damp earth
    Exhales

    A sudden movement!
    Caught in the corner of the eye
    Ears prick, exited yelp
    Paws barely touch
    In the joy of the run

    Gassho
    Teiro

    Sat
    Last edited by Teiro; 06-01-2019 at 03:17 PM.

  6. #56
    t h e re a r e r o o m s

    There are rooms in a life that may sometimes
    Have someone in them; but they are guests there.
    Even when one most loves, one may find,
    Really, a solitude that begins at this wall,
    Ends at that wall; the rest is not entirely ours.

    As years turn and suns, moons and stars
    Rise up and fall like rain by every window
    Even one's hands will shrivel soon enough

    Right at the ends of one's arms, as hands
    Of strangers. But to fret at this discovery
    Of emptiness arrived at and emptiness
    Made clear by moon's dance with water,
    Sun's dance with dust, by endings never sought

    In even that one room that is one's own, is
    Not worthy of even that we call our life.

    All our guests deserve from us restraint.

    Little enough we can offer them as it is;
    In a short while each vacates each room,
    Feeling for the light switch as each goes.
    Evening comes. Do not grieve the door.


    gassho
    doyu sat today
    Visiting unsui, take with salt. तस्माद् अस्तित्वनास्तित्वे नाश्रीयेत विचक्षणः।

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    One day, I was in
    Two minds, stay or
    Sit?
    Today i did neither, tomorrow
    - ill do it all.
    Neither gain nor loss,
    Here nor There
    Heaven and Hell
    split
    Through each other
    we fell.



    Gassho.


    GEoff.
    LaH / SatToday.
    Nothing to do? Why not Sit?

  8. #58
    Eating Genjokoan

    Dropping pain to breath
    Breathe in our master Dogen
    All in Genjokoan yet in cooking
    Public, private, drop away
    More hungry ghost,
    Les is more human,
    Nirvana, here before me food,
    Limited by tip of stomach
    Growl; toast, juice, fruit,
    Can pain drop away?
    Not likely sinner ghoul!
    No time is ancient
    Twenty minutes until 1185
    Came to pass in cooking bowl,
    Five minutes now, now,
    With no pain, pain again,
    Hold on more, pain comes
    I eat, I let go, cannot sit
    In this easy chair, breathe
    Breakfast I may eat, my only
    Desire, oatmeal, after reading
    Dogen this moment,
    Mindfully hurting
    Iced myself down, so I
    May sit with steaming bowl
    My gratitude in bowl of food,
    From reclining chair
    To hardwood table
    Downing every morsel.

    Tai Shi
    Sat/lah
    Gassho


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    Last edited by Tai Shi; 02-02-2020 at 01:20 AM.
    "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. #59
    Sitting Together

    You sat today--
    Your whole life in one decade--
    Each day I'm fragile, I'm sixty-eight,
    Light years old--farms surround,
    Our Rocky Mountains gone, yearning
    At sixty-four, you find my weaknesses,
    Zen becomes your lesson, my sight,
    My Horrible Satori July 22nd, 1987 Dry,
    No bottle; yet January 7th, 1980 we
    Talked, our only game, now quiet.
    Yes, you taught me Zen formations,
    Marjorie, you were Frightened child,
    I became my poetry, contracts of teaching
    Damned wine into darkness,
    Then police drug bust, they stormed;
    While I drank daily because I opened
    My clarity. You surprised me with joy,
    Our pools of old water smelled
    Until I declined another drink,
    Better for books, for our four-year-old
    Girl child, days of liquid mindfulness
    We declined this fate, we created,
    This child; I walked like ball of string
    With no shield or sword of growth,
    Evergreens, daughter planted pine,
    Twenty-six years ago, now she's thirty,
    With spontaneity, emptiness filling us
    Still my poetry, my Loneliness--
    Cave where you populated us
    With her--daughter of dreams
    March 27th, 1989 this baby
    Born despite our reprise, first kiss,
    Rose gradually in silence,
    You said at last this important act
    Dispelled my illusions, imparting
    Time we did not touch or press
    After 2009 when bodies did not rise,
    From marriage, we became our stories,
    In Bach's Art of Fugue, your last
    Let It Be, an example, sitting face
    To face, joined four decades
    In silence. Now we breathe,
    This January 7th, 2020.

    Tai Shi
    sat/ lah
    Gassho
    Last edited by Tai Shi; 02-01-2020 at 09:27 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

  10. #60
    To bring another generation
    Such as Solomon
    Never knew, so arrayed
    Our gold is gone
    Is gone until generation
    New, new of gold
    is outstanding, by the way.

    gassho
    doyu sat today
    Visiting unsui, take with salt. तस्माद् अस्तित्वनास्तित्वे नाश्रीयेत विचक्षणः।

  11. #61
    For my friend Myogan

    We Find a Little Peace
    When I met you
    There was slur of speech
    Driven by opiates, grind
    Of bones you did not
    Know wrench nerves
    Into neck, face entire
    Head, so for doctors
    I removed my hat, belt
    Shoe laces, no floss
    For teeth, only two
    Pocket books and
    Simple clothing
    T shirt baggy pants
    Tees and did every
    Action, day I entered
    Last 5 mg tablet
    Only one look back
    I did not turn to stone
    Today tablets vanquished
    Like peaceful surrender,
    I do not stand alone
    Never alone again
    You may be my friend
    May I be your friend?

    Tai Shi
    sat/ Gassho


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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

  12. #62
    I have a great fear of doing nothing welling up inside of me
    To see that it is really nothing
    Is real freedom
    The anxiety still rolls
    But the tide should drift back
    And back

    And back

    Allow myself to truly feel peace and ease
    And put it down

    Put it down

    Think nothing
    And wait for the chime

    Breathe through each wave
    Gently work out the tightness
    Each will try to hook me and glimmer
    Just see
    求道芸化 Kyudo Geika
    I am just a priest-in-training, please do not take anything I say as a teaching.

  13. #63
    Geika
    Outstanding, so I enjoy liberation poetry with respect-- thank you.
    Tai Shi
    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

  14. #64
    Flowers Around Each Other

    Our age, nothing to do
    With love or love or love,
    Our child, each other,
    Our selves each to each
    Reply again, oh, "Yes
    Love's beauty!" one
    Love for us, for her
    For me, it's true, flowers
    Blooming in our yard,
    She so includes my life
    In hers, begonias
    Bloom again, impatiens
    Gone. Forget-me-nots
    Bloom, spring in August
    More, flowers grow again
    Around our home
    Around each other.

    Charles E Taylor, August 4, 2020
    Tai Shi
    sat/ lah
    Gassho
    Last edited by Tai Shi; 08-05-2020 at 08:52 AM. Reason: spelling
    "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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    Sitting here today;
    A moment never ending;
    World lies before me.
    -Daoren Bryan 09/05/2020

    Side note for poets here:
    How Many Syllables has a very helpful syllable counter to help writing haiku, sonnets, and tanka: https://www.howmanysyllables.com/syllable_counter/
    I hope that others find it helpful.

    Gassho
    Bryan
    Sat Today

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    Side note for poets here:
    How Many Syllables has a very helpful syllable counter to help writing haiku, sonnets, and tanka: https://www.howmanysyllables.com/syllable_counter/
    Hi Bryan

    That is a very lovely thing to offer but in the case of writing tanka and haiku in the English language, 5-7-5 and 5-7-5-7-7 syllable structure is not used so much now, as it is realised that Japanese sound units (morae) are shorter than western syllables so poems are mostly written in fewer than seventeen syllables for haiku, and 31 for tanka.

    Sadly, western teaching of haiku has focused on syllable counting rather than other important structures of the poem such as writing in the present moment, the season word (kigo) and cutting word (kire) which in English is more often a cut point which splits the poem into two contrasting images which give the haiku its internal dynamic. The 5-7-5 and 5-7-5-7-7 approach can still be fine but as long as other aspects of the poem adhere to the haiku/tanka style and not just the number of syllables.

    Haiku are also, first and foremost, poems of images which bring the sight, sound, smell and taste of the world to the reader rather than purely concepts. In this way, they get us to be fully present in the moment and all it brings.

    These are two useful pieces on modern approaches to haiku writing:

    https://www.ahapoetry.com/haiartjr.htm
    http://blogs.harvard.edu/ethicalesq/...by-jim-kacian/

    We do have a dedicated Haiku Club here if you would like to participate in learning and sharing there:

    https://www.treeleaf.org/forums/foru...138-Haiku-Club

    Gassho
    Kokuu
    -sattoday-
    Last edited by Kokuu; 09-05-2020 at 04:36 PM.
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    Quote Originally Posted by Kokuu View Post
    Hi Bryan

    That is a very lovely thing to offer but in the case of writing tanka and haiku in the English language, 5-7-5 and 5-7-5-7-7 syllable structure is not used so much now, as it is realised that Japanese sound units (morae) are shorter than western syllables so poems are mostly written in fewer than seventeen syllables for haiku, and 31 for tanka.

    Sadly, western teaching of haiku has focused on syllable counting rather than other important structures of the poem such as writing in the present moment, the season word (kigo) and cutting word (kire) which in English is more often a cut point which splits the poem into two contrasting images which give the haiku its internal dynamic. The 5-7-5 and 5-7-5-7-7 approach can still be fine but as long as other aspects of the poem adhere to the haiku/tanka style and not just the number of syllables.

    Haiku are also, first and foremost, poems of images which bring the sight, sound, smell and taste of the world to the reader rather than purely concepts. In this way, they get us to be fully present in the moment and all it brings.

    These are two useful pieces on modern approaches to haiku writing:

    https://www.ahapoetry.com/haiartjr.htm
    http://blogs.harvard.edu/ethicalesq/...by-jim-kacian/

    We do have a dedicated Haiku Club here if you would like to participate in learning and sharing there:

    https://www.treeleaf.org/forums/foru...138-Haiku-Club

    Gassho
    Kokuu
    -sattoday-

    Kokuu's details above are spot on. If I may add a couple of additional thoughts (please take with a grain or two of salt...).

    A big issue with trying to strictly abide by the 5-7-5 rule is that, even if the other Haiku elements are all used, we often end up "stuffing" the Haiku with unnecessary adjectives and/or articles ("the", "an", etc.) just to attain the 5-7-5 syllable count. This usually results in the Haiku feeling bloated.

    Dropping the strict adherence to the syllable count can be very freeing. And if you write a Haiku that lacks a seasonal reference, it just may be a Senryu! Senryu are very much like Haiku in appearance/form, yet they generally lack a seasonal reference and more often have a human and/or humorous element to them. Failed Haiku is a wonderful online journal of Senryu with hundreds of examples:

    https://failedhaiku.com/

    Finally, there is still something to be said for working with a poetic form that uses a fixed syllable count. The restriction can help to spark a more creative use of language in order to fit the form. For the reasons already stated by Kokuu above, 17 syllables is often (but not always) a few too many for English-language Haiku. However, the Lune is a unique English-language variation on the Haiku form that typically features a 5-3-5 syllable count. This offers a tighter form that is thought to better approximate the use of morae in Japanese. There are some variations of the Lune that use a 3-5-3 syllable (or even word) count, but 5-3-5 is generally the most common. Also, other than the syllable count, there are no other rules for writing a Lune. I find it to be a wonderful form for capturing experiences/insights that don't otherwise fit into a Haiku/Senryu form.

    the sky understands
    all these clouds
    are just passing through

    memories of youth
    wet footprints
    on the hot sidewalk

    Actually, the second example above could possibly be considered a Senryu as well. All of these forms can naturally overlap if enough shared elements are present. Ultimately write what you write and worry about the form later. Unless of course, you are trying to work within a specific form. Form is not really important except when it is important.

    Gassho,
    Rob

    -stlah-

    P.S. I'm so glad that this thread has resurfaced as of late as there are so many wonderful poems within. I need to spend more time reading through all of them again this weekend. Perhaps this thread would be better placed into the Poetry subforum? Just a suggestion...

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    So, even in longer poems, tendency in contemporary poetry is toward short lines, and reduced connectives (as in articles and conjunctions) so even as connectives drop out, the sensory detail comes to the fore. I myself even attempt for short lines and images in my best poetry, though as in all great art, rules are meant to be broken, but for all good writers of poetry, rules are better than "no" rules.
    Gassho
    sat
    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

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    Frozen

    I sit shivering
    In conviction
    I am right
    As fruit dried then
    Rotting on branch,
    Limb gone brown
    My bent body cannot shake
    Stiff with fear
    Anxiety,

    My Nature of fear
    I shudder without shudder
    Explicable inexplicable
    Frozen stream under crust
    Of snow.
    Dead leaf
    On brown deaf bush
    I hear no
    See no
    Sound.
    Ears, eyes,
    Touch, taste
    Preassure gone
    No thought
    I think.

    Gassho
    sat
    Gassho
    Tai Shi
    Last edited by Tai Shi; 09-08-2020 at 05:32 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

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    Quote Originally Posted by Tai Shi View Post
    So, even in longer poems, tendency in contemporary poetry is toward short lines, and reduced connectives (as in articles and conjunctions) so even as connectives drop out, the sensory detail comes to the fore. I myself even attempt for short lines and images in my best poetry, though as in all great art, rules are meant to be broken, but for all good writers of poetry, rules are better than "no" rules.
    Gassho
    sat
    Tai Shi
    Agreed. Even with the longer poetry I write, I let my love of Haiku and other short poetic forms influence my diction as brevity is something I always aim for. I will start sharing more in the coming days/weeks.

    At the same time, however, I feel that Whitman was anything but terse with his word choice, yet I dare say he didn't use any words unnecessarily either. Perhaps brevity/economy of language can sometimes be found in longer lines/poems?

    Gassho,
    Rob

    -stlah-


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    Quote Originally Posted by RobD View Post
    Agreed. Even with the longer poetry I write, I let my love of Haiku and other short poetic forms influence my diction as brevity is something I always aim for. I will start sharing more in the coming days/weeks.

    At the same time, however, I feel that Whitman was anything but terse with his word choice, yet I dare say he didn't use any words unnecessarily either. Perhaps brevity/economy of language can sometimes be found in longer lines/poems?

    Gassho,
    Rob

    -stlah-


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    I am so grateful you have decided to share your poetry-- short or long, long lines or short lines, any poetry that you wish to share. I am haqppy and in great shape to begin writing myself-- so, please all of us share our poetry-- this thread was started for all wheather you think you are good, or now experimenting, new, or not new to poetry, all are welcome here. Please share.
    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

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    I have looked over all the fine poetry posted here. I have not necessarily made writing my Ango vow, but I write a lot, much what I consider writing from my heart; if our Buddhist Sutras allowed from the heart, and I believe the early Days of Buddhism an oral tradition of memorization was possible, and with such joy our Buddhist ancestors must have recited.
    Gassho
    sat/ lah
    Tai Shi
    Last edited by Tai Shi; 09-14-2020 at 03:04 PM. Reason: spelling
    "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. #73
    I linger in cave sun out yet opening, watch trees shed leaves new I walk out of cave, walls jut behind, black gone, red, yellow, with blue sky, day is here,
    Gassho
    sat ! LAH
    Tai Shi


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  24. #74
    Quote Originally Posted by Kokuu View Post
    Even in this decaying body
    the brightness of ten thousand things;
    carrion crow, an oak tree in bud,
    crab shells left behind by the tide.

    Dog violets mix with celandines
    on the forest floor,
    clouds pass overhead,
    gathering sun.

    From the hour of our birth,
    no moment is the same,
    yet each contains all things,
    how can any of us ever be alone?

    One foot in front of the other,
    waves break on the shore,
    we follow our ancestors
    as breath follows breath.

    Lighting incense to Amida Buddha,
    I empty my bowl
    and already find it
    full of blossom.


    "From the hour of our birth,
    no moment is the same,
    yet each contains all things,
    how can any of us ever be alone?"

    Thank you.
    Sat

  25. #75
    Dear Ania, Dear Kokuu.
    I bow my head, thank you, in dooryard where late...
    Thank you.

    sat
    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

  26. #76
    Big Moon Temple

    Never seen, you loom
    In blue aftermath
    Of picture on Treeleaf
    Page, well spring
    Of practice,
    I join my heart now
    With "just sitting."
    Gassho
    sat/lah
    Tai Shi
    Last edited by Tai Shi; 09-20-2020 at 05:51 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

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    Quote Originally Posted by Tai Shi View Post
    Big Moon Temple

    Never seen, you loom
    In blue aftermath
    Of picture on Treeleaf
    Page, well spring
    Of practice,
    I join my heart now
    With sitting practice.
    Gassho
    sat/lah
    Tai Shi
    So beautiful Tai Shi! I love this. Thank you so much for sharing.



    Gassho,
    Rob

    -stlah-

  28. #78
    "Soft belly

    Pretzel legs

    Gentle cosmic mudra

    Sitting with the unwanted

    And learning to not want"

    Gassho
    Sat today

  29. #79
    Schwanzen, thank you most interesting and so very good! Keep up your writing. Thank you very much!
    Gassho
    deep bows
    sat / lah
    Tai Shi


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    Quote Originally Posted by Shawnzen View Post
    "Soft belly

    Pretzel legs

    Gentle cosmic mudra

    Sitting with the unwanted

    And learning to not want"

    Gassho
    Sat today
    Excellent Shawn! I'm sure that many of us can relate to this image from our own practice.

    Gassho,
    Rob

    -stlah-


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  31. #81

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

    I WOULD
    Not see these so what
    Days without grinding
    Oxy, God it’s gone!
    I yawned
    Zazen Sunday
    Sit, withering pain
    I rise again, like wind
    Trees, and even
    Nearly October,
    Hearing birds,
    Are round
    Crickets lay
    Their eggs,
    Become fodder
    Next year’s grass,
    Perhaps I shall live
    To see, smell, "Oh,
    Taste, and see" grass
    Mulch for grass.

    Gassho
    sat/ lah
    Tai Shi
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  32. #82
    Immersed in the abundance of life.
    Nothing lacking.
    How could I even ask for more?
    Bowing deeply in gratitude.
    How could I be of service to all?

    Gassho
    Sat

  33. #83

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

    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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  34. #84
    My friend
    In poems
    Friendship
    Morning wonder
    I’m hungry
    No zen ghost
    Filled
    Emotion rolls
    Forth
    Rob in poems
    Not Robert
    But Rob
    My friend
    Lithe of reward
    He is wonder
    Himself
    In poems
    He writes
    If Friendship.
    Gassho
    sat! / lah
    Tai Shi


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  35. #85

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

    Today I’m thankful,
    For me never cliche,
    Thank you, my Sangha
    Home haven? Real
    Refuge, as Dharma,
    Buddha, three Jewels
    I know more today
    More than six years
    One month ago
    Matters of emotion
    Equanimity, Gratitude,
    Giving as pours because
    As boy I was poor, mother
    Brother, and me older
    Boy, how often I heard
    I was mom’s little man
    The Right age 17 called
    What, did he, where was
    He in Sierra Nevada.
    How he would not
    Only now learning
    Equanimity, never
    Politics, he’s leading
    With calls, I lead letters
    To him and new wife
    At 90 he’s married
    Again, why he cannot
    Be alone, not me
    We can say together
    Father and sons, love
    Finally, finally, though
    He cannot say the words
    At 69 I finally know he
    Loves us he makes
    Efforts, he calls, he
    Listens as I’ve listened
    Telling him letters
    Better, we sit at our
    Thankful food time
    Our thanksgiving
    Never. So today, I’ve
    Given when it hurts,
    Thanksgiving, give
    Thanks, my loved one
    I break bread with her
    Our life a dedication
    Intertwined in equanimity.
    Gassho
    sat/ lah
    Tai Shi


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  36. #86
    One wonders why
    Buddha left his wife
    Roaming country as boy
    After running away, father
    What happened? Did he
    Remember his wife
    So pretty, women
    Of courtly desire
    Tokens of pride, whispers
    Of father, fetid desire?
    Wrong? What of women?
    Why were nuns real?
    Why were priests alone?
    Why no women
    In courtly power?
    Gassho
    sat/ lah
    Tai Shi





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  37. #87

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

    As boy I raised
    My hands in tongues!
    What was spirit
    When children wrote
    In the air, gods gone
    Where did I turn?
    College, then all
    Therapies led
    Never kill the Buddha
    On the road for who
    Is enlightenment?
    What are rules
    To live by, what stories
    “Stories keep” Emperor
    Awake? When retirement
    Is no witness especially
    Gone is Buddha life;
    I’ve killed just like
    Every tongue of freedom.
    Gassho
    sat/ lah
    Tai Shi


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  38. #88
    The rainfall matches my heartbeat
    Rapidly, intensely, filled with purpose
    Equanimity in each racing drop
    Allowing time to simply be, falling
    Always reaching the proper place
    One day to see the journey end
    Until then, we let the wind guide us
    Is there no difference between blood and water?

    Gassho,
    Jesse
    ST

  39. #89
    My Mother Listens
    For our friend Jundo

    Mother saw
    What I know.
    Approval? Fire in Poems?
    I saw my own mistakes,
    "Oh, teacher please be
    Like us. See our wisdom,
    These lives in poetry."
    These robes sewn
    Hands by our priest-to-be,
    His time our robes, his gift
    Where he had sewn our
    Disability, his thoughts,
    His life our debt. "Teacher
    Can he show you each of us?
    Our pain is our reward.
    May we speak again
    Teacher, in paragraphs?"
    To reveal these friends
    With brolken wings,
    Our only hope to tell
    Truth, gratitude, equinimity,
    Usuri understands us most
    Of us as you understood once
    When you taught us genetic
    Code. You who reached out
    To know without happiness,
    Hppiness, to learn by mistake
    Our accidental zazen
    Of wounded light,
    Never our desires. You
    Who spoke some truth
    Who spoke never of fear,
    Made two, or three mistakes,
    Sentences of what? To consider
    Trusted friends could never
    Speak education to your ears,
    Eyes, mouth, hand. Zen replaced
    Mother's cries. She witnessed
    My stories without fear,
    My mother listened deeply,
    She heard my voice inside my night,
    She helped free my mind
    Rid me of divided self, releave my sin
    Of everlasting days with pain.
    Mother looked deeper!
    Listened with full heart, beauty, truth,
    Brought me poetry natural
    "As leaves on trees." We Completed
    Our voyages, terrible public days;
    Stigma as they shouted lies
    Branded water into our eyes,
    This sea of grief was gone.
    Without lingering death,
    Life everlasting
    Our knees were bent.

    Gassho _/|\_
    sat/ lah
    Gassho
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  40. #90
    Sat watching paint dry
    Just sitting, facing a wall
    It's already dry.

    Gassho,
    Phill
    sat

  41. #91
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    I saw today

    I saw God today;
    In the leaves as they fluttered by;
    As the wind blew through the pines;
    Present in the gray, overcast sky;
    As the birds fly;
    While the squirrels scamper;
    I saw God today.

    Daoren Bryan
    Written 11/25/2020

    Sat today/lah

  42. #92

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

    In Youth I Wept

    Of Loving Kindness
    Since sunset,
    Words that make
    Me weep into hands
    Of indifference?
    Rocks cry out!
    Now love comes
    For you, no chariot
    Of compassion
    As I understood
    Words like nation
    Militant, or patriotism
    Revoke Humanity,
    Jesus words
    “The poor will
    Always be with you!”
    Buddhas lift songs,
    Words in some sutras
    To understand
    Emptiness is whole!
    People, I do not
    Criticize Christ I’m
    Gracefully falling
    Into darkness?
    My writing yet will
    Spring into delight.
    Life this is laughter,
    My own equanimity
    My own compassion
    My love of humankind,
    My father, my brother
    My mother, combining
    Care of the earth?
    Moon rising in eastern
    Sky while yet it’s day?
    In caves of ocean
    Trenches creatures
    Make their own light!

    Gassho
    sat/ lah
    Tai Shi


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  43. #93
    A restless mind lost in thought
    Spoken words mean nothing
    As steam rises from my coffee
    In a porcelain mug left untouched —
    Burning a hole into the oak table
    Haze builds around the warmth of the window
    Rain tiptoeing melancholy against the pane
    Gentle snaking tears to the earth below

    Gassho,
    Jesse
    ST

  44. #94
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    I'm finally having an opportunity to catch up on all of the beautiful poems that you have all shared recently. Just lovely!

    Here's one that feels timely as we're expecting a bit of a snowstorm tonight/tomorrow here in New England.


    Winter Mind

    I draw the thickening gray skies up
    Over this cold, tired world
    Tucked in all warm and snug
    The storm still yet to bloom

    An ominous calm descends
    As the sky begins to swirl
    Winter’s icy tears crying
    Upon my blood-warm cheek

    Sitting quietly, watching
    Thoughts and flakes mingle
    Spiraling downward, slowly
    Slipping below the fray

    Silence unbounded
    A return to zero
    The lucid stillness
    Beneath it all


    Gassho,
    Rob

    -stlah-

  45. #95
    I stumbled into a decrepit graveyard tonight
    Every headstone was cracked and covered in moss
    Surrounded by whispers I put my ear to the earth
    As I listened to the decayed bones of my ancestors
    A haunting melody kissed my rain soaked face
    To hear of longing heartbreak from cracked jaws
    And misty eye sockets gleaning of recant memories
    A multitude of broken hands clasped in prayers
    Oh, I’ve never heard of such a sweeter orchestra
    That will one day welcome me as I take my seat

    Gassho,
    Jesse
    ST

  46. #96
    Quote Originally Posted by RobD View Post
    I'm finally having an opportunity to catch up on all of the beautiful poems that you have all shared recently. Just lovely!

    Here's one that feels timely as we're expecting a bit of a snowstorm tonight/tomorrow here in New England.


    Winter Mind

    I draw the thickening gray skies up
    Over this cold, tired world
    Tucked in all warm and snug
    The storm still yet to bloom

    An ominous calm descends
    As the sky begins to swirl
    Winter’s icy tears crying
    Upon my blood-warm cheek

    Sitting quietly, watching
    Thoughts and flakes mingle
    Spiraling downward, slowly
    Slipping below the fray

    Silence unbounded
    A return to zero
    The lucid stillness
    Beneath it all


    Gassho,
    Rob

    -stlah-

    So lovely.

    Gassho
    Sat

  47. #97
    Cave of mouth
    Flakes open, asking
    "Why are there no
    Ordinary people, why
    does roof feel pierced
    Today, how is it
    Different than two
    Weeks ago?" No
    One answers as spit
    bathes tissue, torn
    By bone, scarring
    Prevents more
    Pictures of wound
    Pierceing night,
    Sleep deep into
    Wilderness, without
    Aid of opiate, dancing
    Megatons away from
    Spine, one does
    Not consider neck
    Part of spine, it's
    Just neck, bone
    Disregarded, seeps
    Blood like any other
    Disoned appendage
    Without Solace.
    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

  48. #98
    Hm... where do I focus?
    Just Sit.
    This is boring...
    Just Sit.
    What do I do for dinner?
    Just Sit.
    Oh, this feels nice!
    Just Sit.
    This hurts, it sucks!
    Just Sit.
    I feel great!
    Just Sit.
    Man, I am tired today.
    Just Sit.
    I wonder what other people think of me...
    Just Sit.
    Maybe I should look for another Buddhist practice, I do not feel any progress...
    Just Sit.
    Just Sit.
    Just Sit.

    JUST SIT.
    SIT


    Gassho, Tomás
    Sat&LaH

  49. #99
    There was
    A time
    Torn tissue
    Felt good
    Talk about
    Not today
    Tissue’ okay
    Born of light
    Scissor or rock
    It’s still my
    Tissue
    And all talk
    Leads to better
    Sharing, giving
    To just listen
    Listen,
    Speak speak
    So I may hear.

    Gassho
    sat/ lah
    Tai Shi


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  50. #100
    How shall I proceed
    How to presume
    I’ve found Metta, this
    Gift of friendship
    As I give all away,
    As I’ve given worldly poems
    To friendship
    My fortune to her
    My body to be burned to air
    As I grow old have sat
    Beneath my own Bodhisattva
    Tree sat at Bodgyha as relics
    Of all of us rise into nothing
    We discovered the last hindrance
    Let go even the body to nothing
    After old age and birth Zen ah
    Dogen Zendo is where we offer
    Breath, no hindrance as breath
    In ice is voluptuous and full
    Given to the beloved,
    We have lived out together
    Promises the greatest of these
    Is love Shi given all disclosure
    To her this is beloved’s “crowned
    Knot of fire’ the computer upon which
    All is known in writing
    The greatest of these is love, so love,
    Is Metta, the Pali gives great knowledge of Agape the realizable
    Made clear, all Metta to wold
    Will young use wisely my personal
    Love of ideas given to my daughter
    Her paintings of Chess, I rise as books
    My gift to our daughter her greatest love, her love, her love, love her Agape,
    Gassho
    sat / lah
    Gassho


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