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  1. #101
    Just a short something that came to me just before sleep last night...

    Hours beyond sunset
    I read by electric light.
    With all of these words on the page,
    who can show me the sound
    of the wind in the trees?



    Gassho
    Kokuu
    -sattoday-

  2. #102
    Quote Originally Posted by Jundo View Post
    One of my rare attempts at poetry. A fellow in an online Zen group posted this pessimistic piece ...



    Oh my. Yes, the world can be seen so if we wish, but I rejoined ...

    THE CURE FOR DUKKHA
    Oh, isn't this too Shikantastic?


    Born yet beyond birth, silent and satisfied, safe, beyond desire, pain-is-not-suffering, cravings in healthy check, loving, approved and safe, nothing to beg or plead for, free of threat and fear, open hands without grabbing, never a drop of waste, one thing after another yet no place to go, studying and working for their own sake so rich, nobody to kill or be killed (thus we Vow to end the violence!), sex just sex in its time and place, yet more love, never a prisoner or pawn of hate or envy, no way to be apathetic to this treasure of a world, terror exists between our ears yet so does peace, the boredom and celebration of sitting cross legged facing a wall, the loudest chatter and blather of the world is both silence and words of endless wisdom to the attuned ear, the self is satisfied because the self is released, sometimes cheery & sometimes glum yet a Buddha's subtle smile in equanimity through all the ups and downs, sometimes energetic & sometimes weary yet the world keeps turning even as we run or rest, body slowing quickly suddenly falls apart yet there is no time or aging, thus disentangled and content in the face of even sickness and pain and death, moaning and curled up in agony some days as the body falls to pieces yet somehow wonderfully the spirit soars above it all ... observing, Master Dogen says, "If life comes, this is life. If death comes, this is death. There is no reason to try to escape from it, and their is no reason to cling to it either," for all things are impermanent and fall into collapse yet we can allow and flow along with the changes, one need not ask "how are things?" for all things are" just as they be," the people we love and lose and mourn ... mother father wife husband all close friends one after another even children ... go no where and are never lost never born nor die even as we lose them and cry at their graves, . it’s only natural. The good books proclaim so thus they are good, isn’t that wonderful!! May all beings know this treasure, not a matter of some 'stiff upper lip' but a straight upright back just sitting cross legged, the blah blah as simple as the "No going, no coming, no arising, no abiding; Baba wawa" that the Hokyo Zanmai sings - is anything said or not? Oh, so many people in this world are less fortunate, hungry and afraid, let us feed and house and comfort them then teach them how to be free, let us be grateful for all of it ... even the ugly and scary parts ... while we also seek to bring beauty and peace to this sometimes terrible world. No need to be a winner, for the game is already the goal, no gain no loss no win no lose as the ball enters Indra's Net. From the beginning of time, there is no beginning nor time, from the startless start gone gone utterly and completely gone to the other shore right where we sit and stand the Pure Lotus Land ... Svaha! No ifs or maybes about it.



    Here is another Zen poem ...

    Roses are red, violets are blue ...

    ... yet not.


    Gassho, J

    STLah
    Gad Horowitz‎

    DUKKHA
    OH IS’NT THIS TOO PESSIMISTIC?

    Torn from the womb screaming hungry helpless pining paining yearning for love approval safety beg and plead and threaten and whimper and bluster grab and waste one thing after another study work get rich kill study work get rich kill good sex bad sex no sex love hate envy apathy and terror boredom chatter and blather smug self-satisfied and cheery beery glum and weary as body slowly quickly suddenly falls apart more and more sickness and pain and fear of death and wishing for death body falls apart shredded hollowed more and more. how are things? things fall apart. grab some wisdom suck it up too bad for you if you don’t. mourn the wounds the losses of mother father wife husband all close friends one after another even children . it’s only natural. the good books say just relax and accept everything swallow and digest those insults and you’ll have no problem. isn’t that wonderful?
    stiff upper lip bite the bullet resentment and blah blah “self expression”. good for you for “confronting your own mortality” enjoy compulsory equanimity if you know what’s good for you too bad if you don’t live with uncertainty too bad for you if you won’t can’t don’t.
    Tell yourself well it wasnt all bad look on the bright side it wasn’t all bad. I had a nice dinner and cute grandchildren. And a lovely zen garden. Other people are much less fortunate I should be grateful oh so grateful too bad for me if I’m not
    And then do it all over again, again and again maybe this time I’ll be a winner.
    But no. Same old same old. From beginningless time the same losing game. Like and share. Then—maybe — Gone gone utterly and completely gone. Svaha! Maybe.

    That's the best piece on being fed up with Samsara I've ever read. Dharma seeking mind is partly born from having had enough of life and death cycle, right? From here it takes a split second to realise, to truly let go and swim with the Flow.
    Gassho
    Sat

  3. #103
    ALL OF LIFE IS OUR TEMPLE

  4. #104
    Quote Originally Posted by Kokuu View Post
    Just a short something that came to me just before sleep last night...

    Hours beyond sunset
    I read by electric light.
    With all of these words on the page,
    who can show me the sound
    of the wind in the trees?



    Gassho
    Kokuu
    -sattoday-
    That's lovely Kokuu! Thank you for sharing.



    Gassho,
    Rob

    -stlah-


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  5. #105

    Poetry

    “Who can show me
    sound of wind in trees.”

    Beautiful thought, beautiful so lines good and creative.
    Gassho
    st/ lah
    Tai Shi


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  6. #106
    With all my dedication, there are here many excellent poets. All I’ve ever wanted was to win my third year college poetry contest. These poets surpass my yearning to ‘just be good enough.’ My MFA brought only time to write. Then time disappeared like years of worthless verse.
    Gassho
    st/lah
    Tai Shi


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  7. #107
    Lovely poem, Kokuu. Keep em coming.

    Hensho

    Satlah

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  8. #108
    But now I write with joy
    With chair I sit, not cushion on the chair
    I hope to sit as mountain with belly
    Round filled with air
    I let each breath leave my body!
    With my belly
    I say in my mind
    After I recite in my mind
    Beautiful Robe Verse, just
    Impatience
    Letting go what is in
    One, two, three, four
    Back again
    Out always mindfully
    Giving as my mind
    Does not wander following
    Highway gently out, out
    Out, out, our, out
    Ten times now I recite
    In my mind Serenity Prayer
    Let me be strong enough
    To let my cat run my sitting
    Sitting, seamless my cat decides
    To walk away, I’m focusing
    Or not one two three four...
    Bell rings three times while
    To myself I think about
    Lord’s Prayer and was I grateful for my day my Evening Gatha
    Somewhere monks pen
    Beauty to my day.

    Gassho
    sat
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  9. #109
    Elemental Matter

    Ominous is snowy
    Field of frozen day
    Before the light.

    Day approaches our
    World where sun
    Bakes sands of seedless
    Time to mend our poetry
    In pools of brown rice.

    Will food come to those
    Who wait silently?
    Dawn is nothingness.
    Covid 19 asks again.

    Lorries wait before
    Sun where twin planets
    As one star
    Carine in centuries
    For emperors sake,
    Bread of inoculations.

    Hope to reconcile
    When we sit
    Zazen quietly,
    Emptiness reigns
    Giving to the poor
    Our purity of time.

    In gratitude we write,
    Our only choice,
    Exponential Metta
    Our grand new voice
    Life remains
    Of Master Hongzhi.

    Gassho
    sat/ lah
    Tai Shi
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  10. #110
    The world is delicious,
    Sun bringing robins

    With day from night
    Farmers tend fields
    To light at four a.m.

    Children, I remember
    Laurel could drink no
    Cows' Milk from infancy,

    Farms where goat milk
    Protein nourished child.
    Our daughter heard doves

    we called her Laurel,
    Her Laurel Ann, name mom,
    Gave like music she

    She played In parks across
    From our home, while daddy
    Taught at local college

    Stores for Beautiful
    Spring in late May
    Corn and soy beans

    Grew for Tokyo curds,
    she could not drink milk
    Thousands of miles

    Around the earth, away
    From south Dakota farms
    In prairie lands upon family,

    Farms where Robins fly,
    for years old May mornings

    Upon dew covered grass
    Turning green in May,
    In goat pastures, cows
    Left easy and alive.
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  11. #111
    Nice. Thanks
    Sat/lah


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  12. #112

    ARTS: Poetry

    I’m fearful that they
    May never heal die
    Entertaining phase
    Two: healthy brain
    Surgery with maybe
    PTSD but miracle
    In that I am alive again
    Keeps me hopeful
    Anxiety looms wide
    Higher like blackbird
    On wire swooped
    Looks at anonymous
    Bird doctor essentially
    To fields, how he
    Repairs my grotesque
    Attitude, now lilacs
    Creative seed growth
    Of purple flowers
    Become hopeless
    Despite first summer
    Breezy storms 110
    Miles tornadoes are
    Gone for birds survival
    We allow miracles
    Of meditation
    Daily bread breakfast
    Lunch, dinner hope
    Food from earth
    Fattening birds,
    Stomper full today
    Lilac’s seeds dependence
    On wind scattered
    Openly to wind
    Expect food another
    Summer day solstice,
    She has everything she
    Thanks goodness we
    Are safely repairing
    Everyone everything
    Everywhere sometimes
    Dandelions puff home
    Breeze let us rejoice
    For blackberry harvest
    After lilac blooms again!
    Nourishing creatures
    In summertime, solstice
    Bringing healing food
    Near death bringing
    Life next to blood
    Seeing after wind
    Torrential recitation
    Without inviting
    Bell fragment of memory
    Maybe returning home
    Reading earth wind
    Fire within Bodhisattva.
    Lotus bloom is again!

    Gassho
    sat/lah


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  13. #113
    Sky paradises
    And future salvations dropped
    For the love of now


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  14. #114
    AGING WITH PEPPER

    FOR Marjorie and
    Taishi

    I have No PTSD after brain surgery
    Memory of Fern Lake Trail, More than 35-
    Years ago, Rocky Mountain vision gone,
    Pristine there was slender life, faun, 9000
    Foot trail, I told her, we could not reach
    Out to feed our lunch three feet away
    It stood with it's Brown with White spots,
    Where was the doe? Looking on, we hiked
    In shaded sun, one-hundred yards more
    Our unbelief, vision of mirror, blue shimmer,
    Finally, serenity of clear rippled bright lake,
    Flocks of birds flying, fish swimming, chaos
    Gone on summer day in August, climbing
    Back, we would not return next year,
    Our Daughter came before, our sacrifice,
    Our beauty. This translation traveled free
    Laurel wreath of Japanese orphan, female
    Feline found 12,000 miles away sheltered
    Far away from us, Japanese literature
    Never Temporally gone, her Alana, long
    Sought large brown-black born without care,
    Now nestled in America wakens to mornings
    With Pepper cat, both eating morsels together
    Tabbies, great Alana cat ate soft tidbits
    Pepper gulped both from my wife's and me,
    Tins of food Pepper territorial at home, Alana
    Months away from her city, St Louis. Home, She
    Sleeps quietly. Eyes closed, daughter looking
    Into mind of hope to scholar, poet, teacher,
    Flew to Tokyo for one year, ageless days gone,
    Alana her cat now breaks my heart disappear
    As Rocky Mountain visions, Daughter takes
    Her back, daughter, yet conceived in silence,
    Carrying poetry like mother female cat looking
    To settle away from family, bird of education.
    Eight-hundred miles, drive away in Honda Civic,
    Her cat rides in red case home to Missouri.
    For us, Summer to Winter returns, on time,
    Our Pepper cat momentarily quiet, reflections,
    Mirror plays, then She dreams, Old Pepper
    I am ab Salt in time. We never owned Alana.
    Authentic hunter, Pepper's purr to mother me,
    Clouds of rest. She's serene, I'm sublime,
    Pepper cat remembers her old spring,
    Now leaps to cupboard, then to my lap.
    Alana departed once more for Washington
    University. She saunters into new apartment,
    To only file away, hours in chairs, laps,
    Upholstery. Now lithe Pepper toy balls
    Alana is gone once more. Anon Cold plays.
    Winter Life without young cat, Pepper
    Sleeps on furniture, returns again to me,
    To family, quietly, the two of us, Mother
    Now beautiful 67-years-old Marjorie,
    She's Pearl spinning, taking care of me,
    I am Calm poetry finally I am 70-years-old.
    This is time, an arthritic outlook, Stiff
    Bones on fire like our cat I give breathing more
    My calcified ribs, my shaking hands, sweet,
    I am an old man, even our Pepper is old.
    Scoops of ice cream not good enough,
    It's necessary like wind, swirling blizzard,
    Wild white ice on my plate, prairie frozen
    With deep snow. Our daughter has passed
    Her comprehensives, we have passed our days
    Into night. Draped night, blankets of white life
    From Winter, subzero wind. We sleep in warmth,
    We are silent dust on roses, on glowing trees.

    Gassho
    sat/ lah


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  15. #115
    Dropping all thinking
    She became infinite space
    An ocean of love

    Sat/lah


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  16. #116
    For Rich
    And the other.

    Dropping my thoughts,
    Rich, you tech my young
    Love in infinite space,
    Pools of light heart,
    In three ln esteemed
    Light I think of beauty
    I am right temporal
    Lobe set free to breathe
    I simply can feel pain
    Again, from it comes
    Sensation, Richest black
    Field of stars, set against
    Nothingness and something
    Rich, teach me once more
    In three beautiful lines.

    Gassho
    sat/ lah
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  17. #117
    Quote Originally Posted by Tai Shi View Post
    For Rich
    And the other.

    Dropping my thoughts,
    Rich, you tech my young
    Love in infinite space,
    Pools of light heart,
    In three ln esteemed
    Light I think of beauty
    I am right temporal
    Lobe set free to breathe
    I simply can feel pain
    Again, from it comes
    Sensation, Richest black
    Field of stars, set against
    Nothingness and something
    Rich, teach me once more
    In three beautiful lines.

    Gassho
    sat/ lah



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  18. #118
    Song of Old Wine
    For all alcoholics.
    Long term is possible.

    Some time ago witnessing
    Tom in his beauty, who said
    Man cannot be beauty, Jundo
    We gather as great humanity
    Onka divide us not remain
    Loving kindness, what
    Time, the other, water
    Dry or not of wine making
    From water. Against three
    Exceptions, creation? Half
    Life. Much time, what
    Second, year, decades,
    I've lived seven decades,
    seven tenths century
    Tom his miracle of Life,
    Give me some wisdom
    Half my seventy years
    This is my miracle. month
    Fifteen moments, moment
    Of days, three and one
    Half decades with no
    Alcoholic beverage, red
    Wine like blood, what
    For Buddha was water
    Had fermentation become
    Yet, with Jesus new wine
    Old wine in vats, casks
    How did jars at wedding
    I choose to be clear
    No drinking I'm clear
    Of thinking. Precepts
    First miracle. Buddha first
    The Still Shadow
    Dry cool air, shelter me
    Buddha, sun standing
    Still or was it shadow
    Stayed, wine for wedding
    Jesus first miracle
    Oh Buddha, keep me dry
    Those who wish wetness
    Those who wish dryness
    Which is most like wine?
    To quench from Lazarus
    Rayment dipped to quench
    In hell, Buddha's volition,
    Give us more miracles
    Since bringing bird songs
    For She is perfect poet
    Finding in hut, like Grass
    Hut, may we find shelter
    From noonday sun, may
    Her tongue be satisfied,
    Those wishing moisture
    May they be given away
    From wine fermentation
    Precepts I find for myself.
    May I be day, daily more
    Than dry, sober only each
    Not Thirty-five years,
    Dear Kokuu, poet of Haiku,
    Forty-five years, young,
    I smile, this is my miracle
    I am alive to tell you truth.
    Each day Marjorie sees truth.

    Gassho
    sat/ lah
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  19. #119
    I choose to be clear
    No drinking I'm clear
    Of thinking. Follow precepts
    First miracle. Buddha first
    The Still Shadow
    One day, when Prince Siddhartha's father took his young son out into a village area for a ploughing festival, his nurses left the would-be Buddha alone under a tree. During the festival the young prince notices various sights of suffering, such as laboring men and oxen, and worms and insects being exposed by the ploughing and eaten by birds. Seeing these sights he then began to meditate under the tree and attain jhana. As time went by the tree's shadow miraculously stayed in place, sheltering the prince in shade as the sun moved across the sky.[8][9] In another version of the story, the would-be Buddha fell asleep under the tree during the festival. As time went by and the sun moved across the sky the tree's shadow likewise stayed still, keeping the young prince under the shade for the duration of his nap.[10][11] Wikipedia.
    Thirty-five years,
    I smile, this is my miracle
    I am alive to tell you truth.

    Gassho
    sat/ lah
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  20. #120
    Waking to what is
    She felt a joyful presence
    Watching sky castles

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  21. #121
    Essentials

    Work discontinued as some hearing loss,
    Thirty-five years of sweet little tears, rounded,
    Half is life, Father ending Ethyl alcohol, Sions
    End, daughter growing up, her MFA, her poems
    Her Asian translations found in poetry,

    He could never give her this, never hidden
    Endings of cheap vodka spill, hidden will
    Given away, Champagne glasses gone,
    Gone, Professor, may her PhD teach
    More than mear change, changed
    To teach design after her students,

    Mother’s sacrifice, when did she get
    Her reward, driving her sweet, bright blue,
    Creative writing his peers, his love,
    He sobered July 22nd, 1987, living
    Amends, now thirty-five years. July 22nd,
    What is old, were they told June 12th 1982?
    Would end. Wasn't it their dream?
    Would they last? Half their lives,

    Old together? He writes,
    Not one day, aging explaining night.
    They look after– half Luna, three quarter,
    They are ready? When endings come,
    Isolation, Creation reaching for Stars,
    James Webb galaxies, red nebula,
    Space dust, always together.
    End of their cells in these sober thoughts,
    Solar system, Voyager one and two,
    More than forty years. Then Alpha Centauri,
    Moon in their windows, atoms survive.

    Tai Shi
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  22. #122
    Thanks. You put things in perspective

    Sat/lah


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  23. #123
    Kokuu! Do You Remember

    I ask you how long
    We have been friends,
    Yes how long have we been friends?
    When +how many years?
    Do you recall? Was it string, summer,
    Fall, or winter? Was it in April,
    August, or December, or was it
    In some time neither of us recall?
    I believe you will have
    As much difficulty remembering
    As me. I recall fair weather;
    What do you recall? I am wrong,
    I have gone through two seasons
    Recalling nothing, and should

    This be a poem?
    I don't know. I am on significantly
    Lower drugs than I was on
    When I met you.
    I am insignificant.

    Tai Shi
    Gassho
    Tai Shi
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  24. #124
    Spring 1982

    She insisted
    They would elope,
    Still June 12th, 1982,
    Blue wedding dress, suit
    Worn twice, blue her eyes,
    Forty years, wedded,
    Would be together!
    Forty years he wears
    Ring, on left for wedding.
    He insisted tradition,
    Realization of dream,
    In pain of life, one step
    Then thirty-five years
    Half life, half
    Of his life, she is 67,
    More than her life.
    Five years more,
    Bare, no soul
    She waited on him,
    For child. Loyalty!
    Monday July 22nd, 1987,
    100%, off of that surrender,
    One fraction of percentages,
    Drop, not one living
    Amends, whole life,
    Less is more.


    Substance gone--
    Daily, then will be so
    To come 35 years more.
    Flush of Fractions, more.
    Little child, thirty-three
    With them, how they
    Are Good parents!
    They chose life,
    Not desperation,
    These young ones can
    Help helped destination.
    Failure of less 100 years?
    Century of seventy,

    Mind,
    Surgery as
    Land of seventy.
    Craniotomy, Necessary
    Never elective on right
    Temporal lobe.
    Friend of nurse,
    Never faltered,
    One measure
    One brother,
    Finally heart disease
    Valves surprised
    He lives on,
    Someday in their
    Wholesome death
    This is only me--
    To be 70-years-
    Old, years waiting
    For corrections,

    He worked his life,
    Just names,
    Stronger poisons
    Never used again.
    Why do you ask?
    He is not you?
    In endless
    Infinite to save
    All sentient beings,
    He is not poisons,
    Shots causing,
    Good, less pain.
    He has learned to see
    Through invisibility,
    Of dishonest poetry,
    Disclaimers every
    Professional responsibility
    His body, healthy mind,
    Is reality, sentience.
    Corporeal,
    They show poetry
    To them, take it all
    Never personally know
    His personality,
    Take responsibility.
    Perfection never years,
    Decisions snap infinity.
    Yet, he is only one day.


    Exempt,
    Sacrum, Neck,
    Tender nerves,
    In his upper,
    Body never today
    Special shoes.
    Near to him, all
    She did was gone
    He found corrections!
    For others not,
    Vortex up endlessly,
    Say my Dharma!
    Friends, words
    This! Leave form,
    Beyond, give life,
    Far behind,
    She teaches zazen
    She is Zen,
    Loving Kindness.
    His salvation,
    His myth, his history,
    Saved by her, he saved
    Her. See teacher,
    She insists on now,
    He insists on meaning,
    Objects not of past?
    Take medicine?
    As you are told,
    For what I have
    To do myself,
    My secessions, sit
    Just sit,
    This is just is.

    Gassho
    sat/ lah
    Tai Shi
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  25. #125
    The final shipwreck
    Revealed all was illusion
    Trust in emptiness


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

    https://instagram.com/notmovingmind

  26. #126
    A toad sits on the lily
    The lily does not rush anywhere
    I sit on a zafu
    And my mind races

    Gassho,
    Nengyoku
    Sat
    Thank you for being the warmth in my world.

  27. #127
    Empty Midwesten
    Midwestern Hope in Yellow Butterfly

    Empty wading pool, electrified hands, pictures, taken with his used camera,
    Body, accept Trees, maple planted here Midwestern United States silt
    Willingness of smoke or torrents of water, burning hot doubt laden water,
    Leave it to come to sweet spot to buy big dull V-6, V-8 pickups, :Luxury
    Cars, live in $1200 a month apartments, work in credit cards, work at J.C.
    Penney, teach new children, Black, Roses, Tan in a hundred shades, teach
    English. Trees experienced at Parks where Monarch Butterflies flit no more.
    Release, diadem of lunch, food plentiful when bread is $3.50 instead of $5.00
    Reading, writing, cannot keep teachers because they will not pay living wages,
    Essential is blue sky, jobs plentiful in fast food because work cannot kill earthen homes,
    Of Gapping corn fields plowed under into acres and acres and acres brown clay,
    Front yards of cheap houses built in fashion to make green money back,
    Keep our valley, no buildings commence, factory of fabricated cement pipe,
    Restless gather camera long zoom, short focus, walk safely to City Park,
    Knifing incident west, shooting East, death it's happening everywhere, City Park
    Wave black DSLR 18 to 200 auto Tele Zoom lens giving way to roses, no children,
    Safety because see you shooting camera with squirrel, wren, flying creatures
    Cannot enter safely clear magnet of other Park named with flowers, flowers,
    This year, any type, give large postage stamp acres of petunias, begonias,
    Calla Lilly, succulent so rare, this year yellow swallowtail butterfly, hope again.

    Gassho
    Tai Shi
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  28. #128
    Tod, than thank you for your help
    Thank you for your verses, poetry
    Please write these good lines again!

    Gassho
    sat/ lah
    Peaceful Poet, Tai Shi. Ubasoku; calm, supportive, limited to positive 優婆塞 台 婆

  29. #129
    Jumping out of time
    Into eternal presence
    Joyfully aware

    Sat/lah


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

    https://instagram.com/notmovingmind

  30. #130
    Carefully the petal falls
    Clinging to the cool spring air
    Wishing the asphalt were not so hot

    Gassho,
    Nengyoku
    Sat
    Thank you for being the warmth in my world.

  31. #131
    Woodcutter's Hut

    More hope I beginning of fall, white
    Scintillates in future waking winter
    Hands no longer follow ease, tinker
    Behind hammering pots of poems
    Delight word smith be disappear.
    Stopping by woodcutters hut
    Made of grass; maybe lives.
    Tai Shi
    sat/ lah
    Gassho
    Peaceful Poet, Tai Shi. Ubasoku; calm, supportive, limited to positive 優婆塞 台 婆

  32. #132
    Awaken

    We celebrate new cold return of Autumn
    This white breath is real, our trees yellow
    Orange, hint of green these poems dear
    Above our morning chant out, sing Oh bard


    Oh Buddha west, morning sphere, raising
    Into smoke of South Dakota, in these
    States, brought forth in Heart Sutra, clear
    Oneness sit zazen, Shikantaza bringer Ubasoku

    Singer in background quiet refrain, backward
    Forward chant, renunciation we miss Verse
    Of Atonement, Gatte, Gatte, Paragatte. Awaken.

    Gassho
    Return, Ubasoku
    Out of pain which is pain
    Deepest bows,
    lah
    Tai Shi
    Last edited by Tai Shi; 10-08-2022 at 01:42 PM. Reason: clarification
    Peaceful Poet, Tai Shi. Ubasoku; calm, supportive, limited to positive 優婆塞 台 婆

  33. #133
    Nengyoku, please bring your light bright poetry here again, Haiku bright; bring another experiment just as light!

    Gassho
    sat/ lah
    Peaceful Poet, Tai Shi. Ubasoku; calm, supportive, limited to positive 優婆塞 台 婆

  34. #134
    Oh Rich, such sweet Haiku, bring light verse again. We invite all who would post big or little poetry, and verses!

    Gassho
    sat/ lah
    Peaceful Poet, Tai Shi. Ubasoku; calm, supportive, limited to positive 優婆塞 台 婆

  35. #135
    Need not be ostentatious,
    Light giver at 5:00 am,
    Sun comes bright later
    Parting clouds, ringer sit
    With others thought late
    Though latter. Mind blank
    Flowing like river in Sioux
    Falls, Big Sioux my Shikantaza,
    Rest all pain into pool of light
    Eddy, bright in farm runoff.

    Gassho
    sat/ lah
    Peaceful Poet, Tai Shi. Ubasoku; calm, supportive, limited to positive 優婆塞 台 婆

  36. #136

    ARTS: Poetry

    Watching fog descend,
    White misty plains sweet moisture
    With palms up, hands cold

    Gassho
    sat/lah


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    Last edited by Tai Shi; 02-06-2023 at 06:51 PM.
    Peaceful Poet, Tai Shi. Ubasoku; calm, supportive, limited to positive 優婆塞 台 婆

  37. #137
    Having Made Mistakes

    Though like most editors
    Poetry of women, written
    In calm daylight in day calm,
    Giving into the other, one
    Sits, daily, sits daily
    Shokai, Zenkon status, living
    Life everlasting without
    Salvation, saved without
    Repenting, Verse of Atonement
    Wish of the realizid, Priests
    Ubasoku all nine of us, Onkai--
    Newly transmitted, one year
    ago, Kokuu, stone grace,
    Each of the Others who
    I shall know as I have loved
    Shokai, Kokuu, Sekishi red beard,
    Those who achieve priesthood
    Someday, Zenkon shall,
    You are old like me, Shokai
    All four have taught me--
    Shall even we be like one
    Another speaking of the best
    Of The Lotus Sutra, equality
    Forgiven as we forgive our
    Doctors having made mistakes.

    Gasho
    Tai Shi
    Last edited by Tai Shi; 02-10-2023 at 06:41 PM. Reason: addition of the equals
    Peaceful Poet, Tai Shi. Ubasoku; calm, supportive, limited to positive 優婆塞 台 婆

  38. #138
    This is for the poetry of Rich and the first free women who write with humility.


    ABHIRUPANANDA
    DELIGHTING IN BEAUTY

    Haven't you spent enough time
    comparing your hair
    and your clothes
    and your face
    to the hair
    and the face
    and the clothes
    of those around you?

    See the body of what it is.

    Real beauty is in
    the clear open light
    of the nonjudgmental heart.

    The First Free Women
    Peaceful Poet, Tai Shi. Ubasoku; calm, supportive, limited to positive 優婆塞 台 婆

  39. #139
    Deepest Thee Well of Health

    Finding more of light
    Farmland of this place
    Prairie of corn, beans
    Those who farm as
    In families old generations
    Boldly remain for families,
    Those dear old houses
    In Hartford our town
    Of three thousand next
    To Sioux Valley, place
    Of Sioux Empire, Sioux
    Stampede no more, set
    Aside, and who moved
    Away from that very land
    Once bison strode land
    That land of corn, beans
    Once of bison streamlets
    Brought water so dear
    Needed water to flatland
    Now rain soaks no field,
    Grow dry, as rain comes
    Not, and farms sweltering
    In drought, land slaked
    To dust again, wind storm
    One hundred more miles
    An hour now destroys
    Roofs of Dakota, White
    Lakota all affect comes
    Torrent of feeling, Nakota
    Sioux to ancient Days
    Where yet some people
    Come to inhabit what
    Is left of Priene Land...
    Gone to Earthquake

    Gassho
    Tai Shi
    We invite all who would write are welcome, write all poetry for heart.
    Last edited by Tai Shi; 02-12-2023 at 09:37 PM. Reason: edit
    Peaceful Poet, Tai Shi. Ubasoku; calm, supportive, limited to positive 優婆塞 台 婆

  40. #140
    My Corner of Life

    Here in Hartford town
    of 3000 souls
    I am like the other
    Nestled into roofs
    Roof and square rectangle
    Wouldn't just deserve
    What each American
    Wants with their whole
    Heart, heart given
    A House, a plot of land
    Near Grocery. Doctor
    Only blocks from my door
    They send the ambulance
    When I am sick
    Minutes away, the freeze
    Of brain tumor
    The seizure, gone
    Seeing out saved
    By Strong Waters, thew Day
    Now I seize the day, in it
    Lay me down at end of life
    Let me know this little
    Oh, Peace, let me know
    What is not to hurt
    From so much arthurite's
    No bones left in head
    Bring me water, this disease
    No more ease in my limbs
    Only two fingers left
    To type poems to relive
    My coming end of life
    If I were to die today
    To my dust gone every
    Fossilized me, gone
    Never to be except
    In my poetry, oh think
    Light of me for I am
    Spread on a flower garden
    Of roses and daffodils,
    Gone is the me grown
    Into floral dust to fertilize
    Myself and roses die
    In the fall to be covered
    By the deepest winter cold.

    Gassho
    sat/ lah
    Tai Shi
    Calm Poetry
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  41. #141
    First Eulogy

    My flesh hangs, shakes,
    Then muscles tight. Feeling
    Old and used. I groan.
    Literally without young body,
    Now I'm calcified bones.

    Turtle Creek, this year will
    Grow as torrent of snow
    Two feet deep, raw
    Thickened Ice will thaw,
    Once motors glide
    Great army of trucks,
    Plow Winter's deep
    Western blizzards as years
    Build up my millennia.

    My heart knows only age,
    On like my seventy-one
    Years, sacrificed in silent
    Veins encapsulated cranium
    AVM, gone. I do feel more.

    Giver of rebirth, mouthing
    Verses, nothing except rattle
    Of keyboard, and handful
    Of poems, never stopped
    Except wind of an old man
    Wishing to be more,
    Like Rocky Mountains
    Like Indian Ocean.

    My love undone,
    Time's immortal song
    All that I have left. Here
    Comes the sun, golden
    Wisdom of my worn soul.
    Nothing left but feeling!
    More mindfully thought
    I like relent of spring
    Daylilies my epitaph.

    I pass away wishing
    Some immortality. Zen
    Says maybe none, maybe
    Some. Are Poems electrons
    Whirling to disappear?

    These worrisome years are
    Music's greatest time, rejecting
    Fear, Lotus Sutra ways,
    See to I hear it say.
    Am I to die, now she's so dear?
    I'm satisfied in Buddhist
    Realm of memory?
    I will rise up and sing
    My greatest memories!

    Tai Shi
    sat/lah
    Gassho
    Last edited by Tai Shi; 02-14-2023 at 02:59 PM. Reason: stanzas, punctuation, title, sentiment. Influence of others recognized.
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  42. #142
    My flesh may ache and shake,
    But my spirit is light and free,
    For in Buddhist Heaven, I'll partake,
    In ultimate joy and harmony.

    Turtle Creek may freeze and snow,
    But my heart is filled with glee,
    For in Buddhist Heaven, I'll know,
    Eternal peace and tranquility.

    My body may be old and weak,
    But my soul is young and alive,
    For in Buddhist Heaven, I'll seek,
    New experiences and love to thrive.

    Giver of rebirth, reciting verses,
    I'll join the righteous and wise,
    In Buddhist Heaven, with no curses,
    Only bliss and enlightenment arise.

    My love may be undone by time,
    But in Buddhist Heaven, it will renew,
    For in that pure land, so sublime,
    All things are possible and true.

    As the sun rises on a new day,
    My soul sings with joy and cheer,
    For in Buddhist Heaven, I'll play,
    With friends and family, always near.

    Immortality may not be certain,
    But in Buddhist Heaven, I'll live on,
    For my soul will find its true curtain,
    In that paradise, where I belong.

    In the Buddhist realm of memory,
    Karma may never be fully satisfied,
    But in Buddhist Heaven, there's no worry,
    For all beings are blessed and sanctified.

    So let us rise up and sing with glee,
    For Buddhist Heaven is our destiny,
    Where our souls will be forever free,
    In ultimate joy and serenity.

    Gassho, Jishin, ST, LAH

  43. #143
    Pleased, no name my poem below. Now, I do see you as teacher of another way which though not mine is no win, or whine.

    A little explanation for Jishin.


    First Euloge, My work is good, to copy words is the highest form of praise. I have a lot of fun with words. Let me share this space. Yes I have bipolar one, and severe Arthritis of the spine, Ankylosing Spondylitis at 40 struck me down, I failed to receive tenure at my college, now I see good teacher Jundo confirms this old parable, Today well lived makes every yesterday a wonderful history, future vision of hope with much tenacity. I am here and now. Yes TC allowed me to change pain to hurt, semantics less drama, just beauty of imagery. More harmony.

    Not exactly stolen, but broken spirit of my poetry where are nice places and sentients? I rather honor, taking one's Ideas, but high praise of my work. Thank you, Yes Thanks, with gratitude feel honored. Where is Turtle Creek? The creek that runs through Hartford, South Dakota where I live here surrounded by farmland with some of the last girgin Prairie. I used to walk there, now since my brain surgery, October 29th, 2020, 9:00 am, up at four to prep, this year and six months into recovery, no more seizures, not fear of death or stroke all gone, new care givers have me on crestor and my pacemaker made current. I have willed my brain to Harvard Brain and Tissue Bank, immanent life because dear Kyousui nurse for life when seizure struck urged Marjorie take me to ER immediately. I no longer will walk by Turtle Creek, because of AVM, now removed, large scar and Titanium in skull. I do not drive, I can only walk short distances. I am old admittedly at 71, Now balance gone, fell down basement stairs, tore wound in left leg, Wound Vac for months, finally yesterday after months of recovery, building scar tissue, now more peaceful place; experience, never to venture stairs again. For rest of my days at least a cane, true parable; in later one walks with three legs. Oedipus had this same difficulty. Luckily I did not marry my own mother! My dear Marjorie who I love with more intensity takes good care of me. Thank you Jishin for all your outpourings. One can change. Thank you for sharing space urge more people come and see, express their own poetry.

    Gasho
    sat /lah
    Tai Shi
    Last edited by Tai Shi; 02-14-2023 at 10:24 PM. Reason: change of sentiment, it's okay
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  44. #144
    Tai Shi

    I think that Jishin's reply is a response to your poem.

    Gassho
    Kokuu
    -sattoday-

  45. #145
    Let us not cling to ownership,
    For ideas flow like a river's current,
    And to copy is the highest praise,
    An acknowledgement of our worth.

    We may have different paths to follow,
    But all lead to the same destination,
    Let us respect each other's journey,
    Without judgment or hesitation.

    In the spirit of Zen, let us release,
    All notions of right and wrong,
    And see each other as fellow travelers,
    On this journey that is lifelong.

    So Tai Shi, Jishin extends a hand,
    In gratitude and understanding,
    For in the end, it's not about who's right,
    But the connection and love we're handing.

    Gassho, Jishin, ST, LAH

  46. #146
    He who knows everything, knows nothing,
    For knowledge without humility is blinding.
    To claim to have all the answers in hand,
    Is to close one's mind to the vast unknown land.

    For wisdom is not found in certainty,
    But in the questioning and uncertainty.
    To embrace the mystery of what we don't know,
    Is to open the doors of the mind and let it grow.

    So let us not be deceived by the illusion of knowing,
    But be humble and open to the river of ongoing.
    For he who thinks he knows it all,
    Knows nothing at all in the grand scheme of all.

    Gassho, Jishin, ST, LAH

  47. #147
    I think he stole my poetry,
    Or maybe I just lost it.
    It used to flow so easily,
    But now my mind is exhausted.

    I poured my heart into those lines,
    But now they feel so hollow.
    It's like he's taken what was mine,
    And left me feeling so low.

    I search for words to fill the page,
    But they all seem so trite.
    I feel like I'm trapped in a cage,
    And he's taken all my light.

    But maybe it's not him at all,
    Maybe it's just my fear.
    Perhaps I need to heed the call,
    And let my voice ring clear.

    For no one else can tell my tale,
    Or speak my truth so well.
    It's time for me to lift the veil,
    And break this writer's spell.

    Gassho, Jishin, ST, LAH

  48. #148

    ARTS: Poetry

    Within the depths of the human mind,
    Lies a world that's often hard to find.
    For those with mood disorders, it can be a struggle,
    But poetry can be a creative bubble.

    Studies suggest that these individuals,
    May be more likely to engage in writing visuals.
    A way to cope with their emotional experiences,
    And express themselves through poetic instances.

    Bipolar disorder with its highs and lows,
    Can inspire art that truly glows.
    Mania with its hyperactivity and racing thoughts,
    Can contribute to creativity in large plots.

    However, it's important to remember,
    Not everyone with mood disorders is a writer.
    Many other factors play a part,
    Such as education, interests, and life that art.

    Those with depression, for instance,
    Can experience heightened introspection's attendance.
    It brings self-awareness to the forefront,
    Which leads to poetic expression's exhort.

    Furthermore, research shows,
    Traits such as openness and sensitivity provide pros,
    Conducive to creative expression,
    But not exclusive to those with depression's confession.

    Writing or reading poetry can also serve,
    As a form of escapism that many preserve.
    A way to briefly escape the daily grind,
    Or the struggles that take over the mind.

    For some, poetry provides a purpose,
    In a world that may seem aimless and porous.
    Writing and sharing can connect,
    With others online or in groups to inspect.

    For those who feel isolated or disconnected,
    Poetry can create a sense of being selected.
    A way to find solace and comfort,
    And manage emotions that can distort.

    The relationship between mood disorders and poetry,
    Is complex and not fully understood, you see.
    Not all will find comfort in this form of art,
    And it varies from person to person, so keep it apart.

    In final thought, it's worth mentioning,
    Creativity like poetry is worth engaging.
    For those with mood disorders, it can be a boon,
    Helping them cope and find solace in a tune.

    Through writing and sharing, they can find,
    A way to express emotions in a bind.
    Poetry offers a space that's safe and sound,
    Where mental health is still given its rightful crown.

    Gassho, Jishin, ST, LAH
    Last edited by Jishin; 02-14-2023 at 06:03 PM.

  49. #149
    Buddhist Reaches Out

    I see my writing
    Less frightening and more
    Diversity into religion
    Philosophy. Poetry. Love.
    Kindness
    Satisfied with friends
    Who answering
    Questions relevant
    With hope
    For extra time
    Finding longevity
    In renewable health
    Doctors of every
    Spirit meditation
    The wisdom
    To support, sit
    No death in one
    Recognition requires
    My consent regardless
    Of beautiful response
    Does doctor ask
    Or probe for truth
    Granted release practice
    Liabilities are essential
    Trust of Patient Doctors
    Relationship with Patient
    Congregants prescribed
    Release of liabilities.
    Shame on the people
    Prodding and pushing
    However, my bipolar
    Opening many doors
    Including practicing Zen
    Most important are two
    First reading
    Writing Poetry for my new
    Needs brought to life
    Reverence for honesty
    Calming mind natural
    Remember to be kind
    Loving humanity, people
    Most family members not
    Victims settlements
    Refined and sit without
    Condemnation only for
    Precious Moments,
    Kindness review life
    With Anointed one
    He aged like wise
    Granting painless stories
    Teacher and I commend.
    Have been one of those
    Who brought knowledge
    To innocent people wonder
    In dreams like He when He
    Saw morning star, blessed
    With disciples who follow him
    Still today reaching earth
    Realized painless defense
    Open Source will only
    Be cogent no restrictions
    Voluntarily give freedom
    Asking Questions freely
    Understanding consent
    Relax and focus instead
    Shikantaza we Sit
    Quiet learned nothing
    Life from children
    Wise teachers, students.
    Willingly give Consent life
    In death life I don’t complain.

    Gassho
    sat/lah
    Last edited by Tai Shi; 02-14-2023 at 09:16 PM. Reason: title

  50. #150
    Your poems may seem jumbled, a confused mass,
    A string of words, with no clear rhyme or class.

    At times, they may appear as word salads, a jumble of sound,
    Leaving readers disoriented, their minds in a bound.

    But despite these challenges, you persist in your quest,
    To communicate your thoughts, and express what's best.

    For language is your medium, and poetry your art,
    And you endeavor to use them both with a beating heart.

    Gassho, Jishin, ST, LAH

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