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  • Tai Shi
    Member
    • Oct 2014
    • 3309

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

    When sitting on a Thursday morning

    I open my flower,
    for as a man, I am woman
    I mean not in sex
    I mean in spirit
    non extant without love
    and freedom into night
    Love of flowers
    Love of song, equality
    In thought, smell
    Perfume of roses, undone
    Chain of being, we explain,

    We wonder about daffodils,
    About chrasanthamums
    about TOPICS OF ZEN
    Sitting of Soto, so what
    Of Soto, what does it mean
    No bad sitting, among
    Flowers, among crowns
    Of stem, of petals
    Tibia of roses, of all
    Flowers, sitting
    Upon stems no chaos
    Sitting just sitting
    Shikantaza, Jukai,
    Final Rakusu, Precepts
    Freedom to live one's life
    In accordance
    With loving Kindness
    and equality of each flower?

    Tai Shi
    sat today/lah
    Gassho
    Deepest Bows.
    Last edited by Jundo; 01-24-2021, 02:33 AM. Reason: spelling
    Peaceful, Tai Shi. Ubasoku; calm, supportive, for positive poetry 優婆塞 台 婆
  • Tai Shi
    Member
    • Oct 2014
    • 3309

    #2
    Every member may post here, no restriction about kinds of poetry, never violate common sense, attitudes of respect for others' equanimity, even prose or other poets from all cultures.
    sat today
    Gassho
    Last edited by Tai Shi; 03-27-2023, 02:23 PM. Reason: edit
    Peaceful, Tai Shi. Ubasoku; calm, supportive, for positive poetry 優婆塞 台 婆

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    • Beldame
      Member
      • Jan 2018
      • 38

      #3
      Wordsworth "Expostulation and Reply":

      "WHY, William, on that old grey stone,
      Thus for the length of half a day,
      Why, William, sit you thus alone,
      And dream your time away?

      "Where are your books?--that light bequeathed
      To Beings else forlorn and blind!
      Up! up! and drink the spirit breathed
      From dead men to their kind.

      "You look round on your Mother Earth,
      As if she for no purpose bore you;
      As if you were her first-born birth,
      And none had lived before you!"

      One morning thus, by Esthwaite lake,
      When life was sweet, I knew not why,
      To me my good friend Matthew spake,
      And thus I made reply:

      "The eye--it cannot choose but see;
      We cannot bid the ear be still;
      Our bodies feel, where'er they be,
      Against or with our will.

      "Nor less I deem that there are Powers
      Which of themselves our minds impress;
      That we can feed this mind of ours
      In a wise passiveness.

      "Think you, 'mid all this mighty sum
      Of things for ever speaking,
      That nothing of itself will come,
      But we must still be seeking?

      "--Then ask not wherefore, here, alone,
      Conversing as I may,
      I sit upon this old grey stone,
      And dream my time away,"

      Gassho--
      Deborah

      SatToday

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      • Rich
        Member
        • Apr 2009
        • 2596

        #4
        dreams of spring flowers
        Counting winter Chrystal stars
        The sun king expands

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

        https://instagram.com/notmovingmind

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        • Tai Shi
          Member
          • Oct 2014
          • 3309

          #5
          Honesty

          from the 12 X 12 of AA

          Who wishes to be rigorously honest/and tolerant?
          Who wants to confess and make Restitution for harm done?
          Who cares anything about a Higher Power, let alone meditation and prayer?
          Who wants to sacrifice time and energy in trying to carry A,A,'s message
          To the next sufferer? No not the average alcoholic, self-centered
          In the extreme, doesn't care for this prospect--
          Unless he has to do these things in order to stay alive himself.
          Peaceful, Tai Shi. Ubasoku; calm, supportive, for positive poetry 優婆塞 台 婆

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          • Tai Shi
            Member
            • Oct 2014
            • 3309

            #6
            Again--all members may post here any poetic prose or poetry that follows our Precepts, new members, old members, just any person at all, deep bows, Gassho Tai Shi.
            Peaceful, Tai Shi. Ubasoku; calm, supportive, for positive poetry 優婆塞 台 婆

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            • Tai Shi
              Member
              • Oct 2014
              • 3309

              #7
              Let Us Remember Joy

              Let us remember joy
              Because of light unto
              Another sky of Love,
              Compassion,
              Letting go of memory
              Simple like wrens
              In flight before Sun
              Predicting spring
              Compassion because
              Wrens do not go south
              For winter, stay
              Outside in evergreen
              Bushes building little
              Hideaways below windows
              Where our heating vents
              Stay warm all winter.

              "Oh Father, you made
              That willow reed whistle
              At Lion's Camp in spring,
              While birds sang in morning
              As I sat in warmth
              Singing my song
              After night with you."
              Sun came at six a.m. light,
              We sat together
              My dad, my surrender
              As finally after sixty-six
              Years I asked, "Oh, father,
              Do you love me,
              Do you love your sons?"

              My brother asking much
              Like stone before sky
              Of orange morning lust,
              "I love you each in different ways,
              I love you both because that's
              Part of families, that's
              Where we go, that's what we do"
              Like birds sustaining
              Days I never spoke
              Or never gave him
              Warmth because we'd flown,
              Finally brother came to me
              Asking, sat before morning
              Allowing distance two-thousand
              miles of sand I did not have,
              "That's part of families
              Unspeakable Love,
              Never said at birth,
              We,ve known it all along
              Since we were born.
              You must believe."
              I asked the hollow
              Truth, solitude writing poems,
              Nesting chartered in our path
              Outside my window,
              Crack of dawn, took flight
              In snow predicting hatchlings,
              They never left in winter
              But sang hidden songs
              As Songbirds of morning light
              Cold, ruffled into day
              Given over predictions
              Of spring, constant

              Love, Father, we are yours
              Son's with love found again
              Communion of nature
              As February into expectations
              Of days without cold,
              Without cold in Midwestern
              Frost on snow, as our Western
              California days became compassion
              Father with my brother across billions
              Of miles singing electric apples
              sounds into sunlight
              Foreshadowed as we talked
              Of daughter Laurel
              In St Louis singing books
              My wife Marjorie, my pearl,
              Brother Robert obstinate,
              His son Ian invisible,
              Ian's son baby Hudson,
              Me, strongest, without pain
              With sanity brought us to father
              Like some Buddha nature
              Like Christ risen from death
              A different crusification of us all

              In compassion of light
              Took flight into air
              We gathered family
              No more leaving,
              Finally coming together
              To dare giving each others'
              Mothers gone like wrens
              Who leaving in morning light
              Or heaven deeply gone
              We loved us each other
              Compassion in memory
              We lived again, all of us
              Family alone beyond winter
              Beyond death, foreshadowed
              By both our belief in love,
              Divisions of divorce melted,
              Away, but my brother still
              From winter's night would give
              Nothing, but we gave eternal warmth
              To him living in generations immortal
              Risen yet again, that Love
              I'd finally found our father
              Each of us alone, together
              Like Birds nesting in spring
              Our birthright recognition,
              Given once again silent
              Except in kindness,
              Our father's gift.

              Tai Shi, 2-12-2018
              sat this morning/lah
              Gassho and deepest bows
              Last edited by Tai Shi; 02-12-2018, 03:02 PM. Reason: spelling
              Peaceful, Tai Shi. Ubasoku; calm, supportive, for positive poetry 優婆塞 台 婆

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              • aprapti
                Member
                • Jun 2017
                • 889

                #8
                Each of us alone, together
                Like Birds nesting in spring
                Our birthright recognition,
                Given once again silent
                Except in kindness,
                Our father's gift.

                Tai Shi, 2-12-2018
                sat this morning/lah
                Gassho and deepest bows

                Tai Shi, i wish you all the best with your knee-surgery.


                coos

                std

                hobo kore dojo / 歩歩是道場 / step, step, there is my place of practice

                Aprāpti (अप्राप्ति) non-attainment

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                • moshezhang88
                  Member
                  • Apr 2016
                  • 51

                  #9
                  I try to hold the name of something, (pin the name on the donkey) but that name keeps falling off.
                  I try to maintain the characteristics of something, but those characteristics keep falling off.
                  I try to guard the meaning of something, but that meaning keeps falling off.
                  How miserable..... no.... how wonderful!

                  Shou An
                  Gassho
                  Sat Today

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                  • Michael Joseph
                    Member
                    • Mar 2017
                    • 181

                    #10
                    Flaw

                    These days, practice is difficult,
                    bowing to soap scum in the mirror.
                    Birdsong is not just birdsong.
                    Skin: parchment-illuminated.

                    Gassho,
                    Michael
                    Sattoday

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                    • Tai Shi
                      Member
                      • Oct 2014
                      • 3309

                      #11
                      My knee is a success, and I am walking on two legs with two artificial knees working well. So, I will walk to the park, three and half blocks away in a few weeks--thank you for ALL your thoughts and sitting, Shikantaza and mindfulness. THIs SpaCE is for the ENTIRE SANGHA, and anyone can and can post here your writing, big and small, prose and poetry--please post.

                      Tai Shi
                      sat today
                      Gassho
                      Last edited by Tai Shi; 03-18-2018, 12:06 PM. Reason: spelling
                      Peaceful, Tai Shi. Ubasoku; calm, supportive, for positive poetry 優婆塞 台 婆

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                      • Jundo
                        Treeleaf Founder and Priest
                        • Apr 2006
                        • 39270

                        #12
                        Originally posted by Tai Shi
                        My knee is a success, and I am walking on two legs with two artificial knees working well. So, I will walk to the park, three and half blocks away in a few weeks--thank you for ALL your thoughts and sitting, Shikantaza and mindfulness. THIs SpaCE is for the ENTIRE SANGHA, and anyone can and can post here your writing, big and small, prose and poetry--please post.

                        Tai Shi
                        sat today
                        Gassho
                        It seems a kind of Kinhin (walking Zazen) with all your small steps.

                        I am glad that your are recovering.

                        Gassho, Jundo

                        SatTodayLAH
                        ALL OF LIFE IS OUR TEMPLE

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                        • Rendulic
                          Member
                          • Mar 2018
                          • 43

                          #13
                          In an attempt to stay engaged and avoid my smartphone, I have been writing haiku during breaks in meetings or when I return to my seat and the discussion has not yet begun:

                          A five-minute break
                          lurches bull-like against stalls
                          of time and purpose

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                          • Myogan
                            Member
                            • Aug 2015
                            • 375

                            #14
                            Clarity on the Cushion

                            Frustration isn’t who,
                            Frustration isn’t what,
                            Frustration isn’t how,
                            Frustration isn’t why,
                            Frustration isn’t.

                            Sat
                            Marc Connery
                            明岩
                            Myo̅ Gan - Bright Cliff

                            I put the Monkey in Monkeymind

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                            • Getchi
                              Member
                              • May 2015
                              • 612

                              #15
                              On one turn,
                              the river banked.
                              Its faith is
                              reward ed.

                              - fishing for dinner, Sunfaced buddha revealed mountain pass.



                              Gassho,
                              Geoff.

                              SatToday
                              Lay.
                              Nothing to do? Why not Sit?

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