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Poeme Zen
Poeme Zen
Midnight, No waves,
no wind, the empty boat
is flooded with moonlight.
On Non-Dependence of Mind
Dogen - 2
Joyful in this mountain retreat yet still feeling melancholy,
Studying the Lotus Sutra every day,
Practicing zazen singlemindedly;
What do love and hate matter
When I'm here alone,
Listening to the sound of the rain
late in this autumn evening.
In spring wind
peach blossoms
begin to come apart.
Doubts do not grow
branches and leaves.
On Nondependence of Mind
Water birds
going and coming
their traces disappear
but they never
forget their path.
Dogen - 4
Enlightenment is like the moon reflected on the water.
The moon does not get wet, nor is the water broken.
Although its light is wide and great,
The moon is reflected even in a puddle an inch wide.
The whole moon and the entire sky
Are reflected in one dewdrop on the grass.
Bodidharma Poems
Endless Ages
Through endless ages, the mind has never changed
It has not lived or died, come or gone, gained or lost.
It isn’t pure or tainted, good or bad, past or future.
true or false, male or female. It isn’t reserved for
monks or lay people, elders to youths, masters or
idiots, the enlightened or unenlightened.
It isn’t bound by cause and effect and doesn’t
struggle for liberation. Like space, it has no form.
You can’t own it and you can’t lose it. Mountains.
rivers or walls can’t impede it. But this mind is
ineffable and difficult to experience. It is not the
mind of the senses. So many are looking for this
mind, yet it already animates their bodies.
It is theirs, yet they don’t realize it.
A deluded Mind
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A deluded mind is hell.
Without delusions.
the mind is the country of the Buddhas.
When the mind creates the idea of the mind.
people are deluded and in hell.
Those established on the path to Buddhahood
don’t use the mind to create the idea
of the mind and so are always
in the country of the Buddhas.
The Greatest Gift
Wordly fools search for exotic masters.
not realizing that their own mind is the master.
Ryokan Poems
Slopes
of Mount Kugami—
in the mountain's shade
a hut beneath the trees—
how many years
it's been my home?
The time comes
to take leave of it—
my thoughts wilt
like summer grasses,
I wander back and forth
like the evening star—
till that hut of mine
is hidden from sight,
till that grove of trees
can no longer be seen,
at each bend
of the long road,
at every turning,
I turn to look back
in the direction of that mountain
Sometimes
Sometimes your joy is the source of your smile,
but sometimes your smile can be the source of your joy.
Be A Bud
Be a bud sitting quietly on the hedge.
Be a smile, one part of wondrous existence.
Stand here. There is no need to depart.
To Meditate
Poem about Meditation by Thich Nhat Hahn
You Are Me
You are me and I am you.
It is obvious that we are inter-are.
You cultivate the flower in
yourself so that I will be beautiful.
I transform the garbage in myself so
that you do not have to suffer.
I support you you support me.
I am here to bring you peace
you are here to bring me joy.
Hanshan
Hanshan
Hanshan lived in China sometime between 630 and 830 CE. Since many writers refer to Han
Shan as a late 8th Century poet, I will assume he flourished from around 750 to 800 CE. Han
Shan is one of those Taoist-Chan Sages who are reported to have enjoyed very long lives due in
part to their sheer luck, all that fresh air, gruel, pure water, long daily walks,
rugged individualism, and all those secret Taoist herbs and unusual exercises.
Han Shan was a hermit and poet of the T'ang Dynasty (618 - 906).
Red Pine tells us that political intrigue may have led the handicapped
young scholar-bureaucrat to flee the aftermath of the An Lu-shan Rebellion in 760 and retreat to
the cold mountains of far eastern China - for his life.
Han Shan was considered, when an older man, to be an eccentric Taoist, crazy saint, mountain
ascetic mystic, and wise fool. He liked to play pranks, tease, joke, and get friends laughing.
Most of Han Shan's poems were written when he lived in the rugged
southern and far eastern mountains of China in what is currently
Fujiian (Fukien) Province. He lived alone in caves and primitive
shelters in the rugged mountains in an area referred to as the
Heavenly Terrace (T'ien T'ai) Mountains. Han Shan's cave-hut was a long one day's hike from
the Kuo-ch'ing monastery in the T'ien
T'ai Mountains.
The name Han Shan means: Cold Cliff, Cold Mountain, or Cold Peak. Han Shan is known in
Japan as "Kanzan."
Little is known about all of Han Shan's life, and he is somewhat of a legendary character.
- Hanshan
Chinese text
Born Thirty Years Ago
Chinese text
My Dwelling at TianTai
Chinese text
005 My Heart is Like Autumn Moon
Buddhist Poets
" as a flower blown out by the wind
goes to rest and cannot be defined
so the wise man freed from individuality
goes to rest and cannot be defined.
gone beyond all images-
gone beyond the power of words "
LORD BUDDHA