Re: Jundo Tackles the 'BIG' Questions - VII
I have been re-reading a wonderful collection of Dogen's poetry translated by Prof. Steve Heine.
http://www.amazon.com/Zen-Poetry-Dogen- ... 0804831076
Perhaps more than in the prose (though poetic) of his Shobogenzo and other writings, Dogen reveals his true heart in his poems. One cannot read any of them and believe he thought life "meaningless". Nor, do I think, he actually thought life without some "grand flow" that we are in union with ...
Wondrous nirvana-mind
Because the flowers blooming
In our original home
Are everlasting,
Though springtimes may come and go
Their colors do not fade.
Snow is falling far and wide,
Each snowflake neither the very same nor completely different than the other ones;
Singing and dancing, they chase after each other,
Till the whole universe is made afresh with its new covering,
As the snow even conceals the moon and clouds,
And puts out the flame in our hearth;
All kinds of leaves and flowers respond differently to the cycles of the seasons,
Yet remain oblivious to the cold of night or the chill of winter--
So goes the preaching of the Dharma
By the pines in the valleys and the bamboos on the mountains.
The comings and goings
Of the waterfowl
Leave no trace,
Yet the paths it follows
Are never forgotten
I have been re-reading a wonderful collection of Dogen's poetry translated by Prof. Steve Heine.
http://www.amazon.com/Zen-Poetry-Dogen- ... 0804831076
Perhaps more than in the prose (though poetic) of his Shobogenzo and other writings, Dogen reveals his true heart in his poems. One cannot read any of them and believe he thought life "meaningless". Nor, do I think, he actually thought life without some "grand flow" that we are in union with ...
Wondrous nirvana-mind
Because the flowers blooming
In our original home
Are everlasting,
Though springtimes may come and go
Their colors do not fade.
Snow is falling far and wide,
Each snowflake neither the very same nor completely different than the other ones;
Singing and dancing, they chase after each other,
Till the whole universe is made afresh with its new covering,
As the snow even conceals the moon and clouds,
And puts out the flame in our hearth;
All kinds of leaves and flowers respond differently to the cycles of the seasons,
Yet remain oblivious to the cold of night or the chill of winter--
So goes the preaching of the Dharma
By the pines in the valleys and the bamboos on the mountains.
The comings and goings
Of the waterfowl
Leave no trace,
Yet the paths it follows
Are never forgotten
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