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I thought I would start a thread for Zen/Buddhist poems. Or simply poems that touch you or your practice deeply. Or maybe a poem of your own.
This has always been one that has stuck with me for many many years:
Maple leaf Falling down Showing front Showing back -Ryokan, Japanese Zen poet
This is one of my favourites. I copied it down in my to do notebook where I log the day's jobs and some random thoughts. I forgot to copy down the author, but I think it's Ryokan Daigu
How many times since I came to this place
Have I seen the leaves green and then gold?
Wrapped by vines, the old trees have turned dark,
The bamboo have grown tall even in the valley's shade.
My staff has rotten from the night rain
My robe frayed from years of wind and frost.
In the vast silence of the universe,
For whom do I meditate
Each day and night?
Really have to get a book of Ryokan's poems. Great thread idea Bobby. Here's a few I was putting together on the Three Marks of Existence:
Anicca:
Dawn breaks, horizon caressed
The sun sits high over head
Sinking low birds start to call
Silence settles and night falls
Anatta:
"I am just a tree."
To view thus just delusion -
I am the forest Dukkha:
To not cling to the noon day sun
To not push from the coming night
As the trees fall, the forest departs
To view as such brings peace into life
I love this quote from the Waters and Mountains Sutra by Dogen:
"Understand the meaning of gives birth to a child. At the moment of giving birth to a child, is the mother separate from the child? Study not only that you become a mother when your child is born, but also that you become a child. This is to actualize giving birth in practice-realization. Study and investigate this thoroughly."
Grains of white rice held by a black bowl
Soft matter of the brain cradled by the bowl of the skull
The open sky fills and flows
Over the bowl of branches held
Up by leafless trees.
Anzan Hoshin
"Recognize suffering, remove suffering." - Shakyamuni Buddha when asked, "Uhm . . .what?"
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