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

[Jishin]

I do not write poetry, I just notice it
In the way the sun rises, and the way it sets
In the way the leaves fall, and the way they grow
In the way the clouds move, and the way they show

The beauty of the world, in all its forms
The poetry is there, waiting to be born
I do not write it, but I see it clear
And in my heart, it forever will be dear.

Gassho, Jishin, ST, LAH

[Tai Shi]

She Finds Her Way

Strong beneath enriched lives,
Gratitude grows as we are couple
Reaching into sky. Wholeness

Sisters gather grace
Brothers send strength
Father, mother, we are all
We seek, generations

Of quiet, world of patterns,
Poetry, verse of atonement
In every direction; power.
She sits with me to meet in silence,

Stopping all, we ask nothing
We Say nothing, breath of life,
Upon breath, Maturation
More grows relaxed
Our wrongs silently gone,

Breathing she is deepest blessing.
Reachingh, each giving strength?
More, I suddenly recognized her life.
Marjorie is kind pearl, Zen originator

Of Family I have finally found
This woman who found life
I give her rubies--the jewels
Of forty years, growth, anniversary,

One who drops to rise. Finally
Adorned beautiful. Gift to another
Our child making our road straight.
This love I have always needed.

I am finding, I can hear, I give
This ring:he has accepted, golden red
Three songs. breathing together

Emerging from fire, seven decades
Plus our gift of one, forged three
For alive, We let our child fly

We freely give our child strength.
She departs as doctor of philosophy,
She is gone, flying away
She has found her voice.

Gassho
Deepest bows
In appreciation
sat/lah

[Tai Shi]

It is my great joy that other Zendo members have found with words to celebrate again the music of their own verses. I encourage any and all posts. We are good to each other. Each has found voice and sound and sense. May you continue in the forest of words to find your own path. All are welcome. Thank you.
Gassho
sat/ LAH
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[Jishin]

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[Veronica]

Jundo the Zen master,
In robes of white,
Walked the beaches of Nantucket,
With seagulls in flight.

His mind at ease,
His heart full of peace,
He wandered the shore,
With each step, a release.

The sound of the waves,
The salt in the air,
Cleared his mind,
And stilled his care.

The island of Nantucket,
With its natural grace,
Provided the perfect setting,
For Jundo's Zen space.

He sat in meditation,
Beneath the blue sky,
With the sea as his witness,
His spirit began to fly.

Jundo the Zen master,
And Nantucket's shore,
Together in harmony,
Forevermore.

[emoji3]

It appears a new Treeleaf Chant has been created...

Veronica
stlah

[Jishin]

At least it does not include reference to "Nantucket ... "

Gassho, J

stlah

Jundo the Zen master,
In robes of white,
Walked the beaches of Nantucket,
With seagulls in flight.

His mind at ease,
His heart full of peace,
He wandered the shore,
With each step, a release.

The sound of the waves,
The salt in the air,
Cleared his mind,
And stilled his care.

The island of Nantucket,
With its natural grace,
Provided the perfect setting,
For Jundo's Zen space.

He sat in meditation,
Beneath the blue sky,
With the sea as his witness,
His spirit began to fly.

Jundo the Zen master,
And Nantucket's shore,
Together in harmony,
Forevermore.

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[Jundo]

Like the Buddha of old,
Jundo Cohen's teachings bold,
Guide us on the path to truth,
Leading us to inner youth.

With each breath, a new beginning,
With each step, a path to inner winning.
His words of wisdom, like a beacon,
Lead us to the ultimate freedom.

Jundo's presence, like the Buddha,
A source of peace, a gentle aura.
His humility and grace,
Inspire us to let go and embrace.

We are grateful for the light,
That Jundo, like the Buddha, brings to the darkest night.
May we all follow in their way,
Towards enlightenment, day by day.

Gassho, Jishin, ST, LAH

At least it does not include reference to "Nantucket ... "

Gassho, J

stlah

[Jishin]

Like the Buddha of old,
Jundo Cohen's teachings bold,
Guide us on the path to truth,
Leading us to inner youth.

With each breath, a new beginning,
With each step, a path to inner winning.
His words of wisdom, like a beacon,
Lead us to the ultimate freedom.

Jundo's presence, like the Buddha,
A source of peace, a gentle aura.
His humility and grace,
Inspire us to let go and embrace.

We are grateful for the light,
That Jundo, like the Buddha, brings to the darkest night.
May we all follow in their way,
Towards enlightenment, day by day.

Gassho, Jishin, ST, LAH

[Jishin]

With grace and power, he soars above,
A basketball in hand, a symbol of love.
His legs pump like pistons, his arms spread wide,
As he rises up, to slam the ball inside.

The crowd roars with delight, as he takes flight,
His body a blur, a picture of might.
He hangs in the air, defying all odds,
A human highlight reel, a basketball god.

With a thunderous dunk, the ball crashes through,
A moment of beauty, a sight to view.
He lands on the court, a champion's stance,
His legacy forever, in basketball's romance.

For he is Michael, the GOAT, the one,
Who took the game to new heights, never done.
He left us all in awe, with each dunk and shot,
A basketball legend, who can never be forgot.

Gassho, Jishin, ST, LAH

Love to hear the CD, maybe purchase a copy, if you have a link. It is okay to link to one's music in the arts section.

Lovely.

I sometimes think that Treeleaf needs to put out some albums. A Treeleaf record label.

Gassho, J

stlah

Good Day Jundo,

Here is the link to the album. It is on Apple Music. https://music.apple.com/us/album/being-time/492486997

Be forewarned that this music is heavier Prog Rock. It is a way for me to be balanced with my Zen Yin side and Heavy Guitar Yang side. .

I wrote this whole album on acoustic guitar believe it or not. It is me on lead vocals and rhythm and lead guitar. There is another guitarist I brought in on this project for rhythm and lead as well.

I would say to listen the second track Being Time first. In the beginning there is some Buddhist monk chanting. Enjoy!

Gassho,

Daiman

SatToday

[Jundo]

I hope this is the appropriate place to post this.

Having just read through Jundo's book again and almost finished, the second to the last chapter is Uji (Being Time). I wrote a song called Being Time and released it on a CD called Being Time in 2010. Here is the poetry/lyrics


Being Time


(Verse)
Can you feel the heat from all of your emotions?
Crested high upon some inkling of the truth
Exposing time as just another fixed creation
Forever branded there from teachings in our youth
(Chorus)
A looking glass reflecting mind
An hour glass, the sands of time
(Verse)
Blended moments pass before our chance to reason
Unveiling mysteries that lay inside our mind
Just as winter dies and spring appears in season
So are we - extended lives that intertwine
(Chorus)
A mirror shine reflecting space
A rhythmic dance is keeping pace

Gassho,

Daiman
SatToday

Love to hear the CD, maybe purchase a copy, if you have a link. It is okay to link to one's music in the arts section.

Lovely.

I sometimes think that Treeleaf needs to put out some albums. A Treeleaf record label.

Gassho, J

stlah

I hope this is the appropriate place to post this.

Having just read through Jundo's book again and almost finished, the second to the last chapter is Uji (Being Time). I wrote a song called Being Time and released it on a CD called Being Time in 2010. Here is the poetry/lyrics


Being Time


(Verse)
Can you feel the heat from all of your emotions?
Crested high upon some inkling of the truth
Exposing time as just another fixed creation
Forever branded there from teachings in our youth
(Chorus)
A looking glass reflecting mind
An hour glass, the sands of time
(Verse)
Blended moments pass before our chance to reason
Unveiling mysteries that lay inside our mind
Just as winter dies and spring appears in season
So are we - extended lives that intertwine
(Chorus)
A mirror shine reflecting space
A rhythmic dance is keeping pace

Gassho,

Daiman
SatToday

[Tokan]

Hey there! Embarrassment is normal I think. Us writers and poets are always so self-critical. Please keep sharing, they’re great

LAH is short for “lend/lent a hand”. Where signing ST/Sat/Sat Today is what you’ll see most, LAH is usually after if someone feels called to share

Gassho,
Jesse
ST

Hey shawnzen, you get a thumbs up from me too! If I may add something, the writer of poetry may have a 'reader response' in mind, but such things have a mind of their own. Your poetry seems insightful, open and honest exposing your human vulnerabilty (which we all share), it is encouraging and affirming of our practice, and has a lovely sense of calm connection to nature and reality, so please continue to share. I'm aware that this post is a little out of date, but only just came across your writings.

Deep bows and gassho

Tokan (satlah)

[Tai Shi]

Jar of Open Space

So much depended upon
Data data data, siting
Just sit, sit twenty minutes,
Savoring completion,
Furnace become instant roar,
Calm, I sit open mind,
Pain throbs through

Stanza of bright light,
On this page became words
Star dust satiating coming
My after life when pain
Will dissipate amonting one

Black of galaxies
Of endless signature
Disabled curved spine
Gone into simple yoke
Of Yearning down, five

Million years to travel
Back to Sun exploding
Out then back to ball
Of neutron substance
Realizing my future

Birth beyond curved
Bone cartilage gristle
Sinew into dissipation
Relieved at last my
Wisdom gone to nought

Thru nothing keyhole,
Star someday washing
Every pain all away
Belief all shattered, gone
To some distant nothing

My, my, my duka into
Eternal coming black
Toy relief of sitting
Somewhere into some
New middle way done

Is instant being known
Not knowing turnpike
Ever again some planet
Or planetoid remembered
Gone is pain of sit just gone.

Taishi Gassho
sat today, middle way
Helped another.

[Meian]

Entropy. Cartilage has vanished from between
long leg bones, and I have become
dependent; may I have some help please
with these pants, these socks, this clacking

knee brace, this burgeoning heaped skunkish
laundry full of everything that leapt from
the spoon onto my clothing, this tea welling up
somehow from my cup's brim to spread across

the tidal flat of my shaking hand and fill
the sea cave of my sleeve? Huh, and if
last night's frost has subsided enough,
perhaps even with such a day's beginning

I can hope to step into these two unmatched
clogs and shamble on, past undone chores,
gathering up my left-hand stick and my right-
hand stick, and walk the dog. There is no dog;

what he left behind lies there: that small
basaltic stupa, littered with seasonal
offerings -- lately, deadnettles that wilt
in such hurry. But I call to him anyway;

he loved these walks so, that I feel obliged,
knee brace and all, to retrace our kinhin route
each weekday Armageddon fails to materialize.
Oaks throw shade; in summer I seek them,

in winter avoid. This is a ritual. As when I sit,
as when I chant, I know, even when tongue tied,
or falling asleep, or feeling my knee brace loosen and drop
just as I stagger into the ditch to avoid a truck,

that ritual is a kind of living being, made up of
my life and also the lives of all who participate
in some way, such as: "are you going to 'walk
the dog?'" Yes. "Have you got some water and

your phone?" Yes. "Okay; if you're not back
in an hour, I'll come looking for you." I bobbled
the Heart Sutra this morning, as I always do,
but this little exchange of hearts is itself

the Middle Way. Along the road, taking tiny
steps, tinier every year, I stop
to watch a robin angling for its worm.
The little dog that isn't there

wags his universe of tail.



gassho
ds sat but mostly slept

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