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  • Tai Shi
    Member
    • Oct 2014
    • 3493

    Profuse Reality

    When I look back to Junio,
    I think I know not this name
    This man. There are so many
    I do not know of 3000 members

    Where are they, I do not know,
    Maybe 250
    I have met in passing for These
    I know only in passing
    New Hampshire, happiness
    Withstanding, why do I know?
    Reality calls, to know
    Reality's bow shooting arrow
    Into sky missing its mark reality
    Narrow we think we know

    We do not know now gone
    Now present hiding mirror
    Of creation, bird song
    Sing beautiful, bird reality
    Singing screeching scintillating
    Like sugar pouring into bowl
    Spiced cinnamon reality song
    Of bird, I bathe myself
    Into pure song reality of bird,

    Eighty-four degrees Fahrenheit
    Reality, I begin to bathe myself
    Into Reality, into buttermilk
    Butter taken from milk,
    This cultures what is left,
    Jinko what is a name in reality
    Bird call, I sing, I sink, I sing,
    I rise to sing to perfuse reality.

    Gassho
    lah/sat today
    Last edited by Tai Shi; 03-28-2025, 12:02 PM.
    Peaceful, Tai Shi. Ubasoku; calm, supportive, for positive poetry 優婆塞 台 婆

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    • Tai Shi
      Member
      • Oct 2014
      • 3493

      I Sit Quietly On A Tuesday Morning

      Snow, cold, cold
      swoons to Earth,
      Dimly Light and Wind
      Mix into swath, pathways
      Of ice grinder of my heart
      Forgive my fear, my dim
      Resolved mind filled
      With my soul of excuses
      Wishing for more
      More than wind, puff
      Of air and water this
      Is snow, white, not blue
      Blue white blue yellow
      Smudge of land beneath
      Breath of fresh air cold, cold.
      Above possible sea of ice.

      Gassho
      lah/sat today
      Last edited by Tai Shi; 04-01-2025, 01:19 PM.
      Peaceful, Tai Shi. Ubasoku; calm, supportive, for positive poetry 優婆塞 台 婆

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      • Layzie
        Member
        • Jan 2025
        • 2

        A Spring Morning Reflection

        I've come back home.
        To Spring in the Carolinas.
        Naturally,
        most of my time
        has been devoted to my garden.

        A hidden sanctuary
        of wild flowers, azalea bushes,
        and blossoming cherry trees.
        But honey suckle vine
        has now invaded my homestead.

        Even with all of it's own beauty,
        it has begun to choke the life
        from the fellow foliage.

        As I spend day after day
        pulling and twisting these vines
        from my dear old friends,
        how can I not be reminded of,
        and liken it to my own
        practice of zazen?

        Clearing away the brush.
        Throwing away delusions.
        To see what is truly there.

        Gassho

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