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[will]

The other one's just getting too long.

Posted by Jordan:


After Basho's famous frog haiku

after basho's frog haiku
the garden pond
speaks more volume

after basho's frog haiku
every splash at the pond
eddies to the centre of my heart

after basho's frog haiku
each sight of the amphibian
the echo of a splash

Basho who revolutionises the haiku world
and became an icon after this famous poem:

old pond
a frog jumps in
the sound of water

john tiong chunghoo

G,W

[clyde]

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If you think a spring-
ing frog is hard to follow:
A flowing spring.

clyde (written almost 40 years ago)

[Janice]

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Are you looking for me?
I am in the next seat.
My shoulder is against yours.
You will not find me in stupas, not in Indian shrine rooms,
nor in synagogues, nor in cathedrals:
not in masses, nor kirtans, not in legs winding around your own neck,
nor in eating nothing but vegetables.
When you really look for me, you will see me instantly
—you will find me in the tiniest house of time.
Kabir says: Student, tell me, what is God?
--the breath inside the breath.


This poem was written by Kabir - a Muslim and Hindu mystic from the 13th Century. A talk by Dean Sluyter on the InterDependence podcast brought this to my attention, even though I later discovered this poem in a book on my bookshelf: The Enlightened Heart (edited by Stephen Mitchell).

Dean Sluyter elaborates on the phrase "you will find me in the tiniest house of time": How long is a moment? It has no duration. The future is huge. The past is huge. But it is never the past and it is never the future. The present is infinitely tiny but it is always the present. So pay attention to what is happening right now.

[Bids]

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Entering

To be locked outside the image
Is to lose the legends
Resonant in the air
When the bells have stopped ringing.
If water soaks into the stone
And sunlight is permitted to caress
The worm and the root
And the feather lodged in the bird's flesh
Contributes to its flight

It is right
To enter the petal and the flame
Live in the singing throat
Mention a buried name
And learn the justice of the skeleton.

Entering,
I know that God is growth
In this garden of death.
I will always love the strangenesss
And never be a stranger
In that thought
As I parry the shrivelling demons
And do my failing best
To rest
Among the flowing, growing forms
That open to my will,
Give access to their mercy
And share their skill.

By Brendan Kennelly


Gasho
Nadi

[Chris H]

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Samurai Song


When I had no roof I made
Audacity my roof. When I had
No supper my eyes dined.

When I had no eyes I listened.
When I had no ears I thought.
When I had no thought I waited.

When I had no father I made
Care my father. When I had
No mother I embraced order.

When I had no friend I made
Quiet my friend. When I had no
Enemy I opposed my body.

When I had no temple I made
My voice my temple. I have
No priest, my tongue is my choir.

When I have no means fortune
Is my means. When I have
Nothing, death will be my fortune.

Need is my tactic, detachment
Is my strategy. When I had
No lover I courted my sleep.

—Robert Pinsky

[Aswini]

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From Spring, Summer, Winter, Autumn......and Spring (a cool movie)

From the final scene, those who haven't seen the entire movie won't get the whole picture, it's cool nonetheless.
Not sure of the poems meaning, but I've looked at from the movie's pov. Not to metion it's an enoyable korean folk song.

Blast it on the speakers, nice voice - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SKDm2KLACT0[/video]]

Jeonseon Ari-Rang

Kang-Won-Do. The Kungang Mountain
The small Buddhist temples
Surround the Great Uk-Jun temple

At the temple of the Great Bear
She prays for the son
she can never have in this life
For 100 days she prays for a son.

Oh, green mountain!
There was someone who was born alone
very far from the village.

He suffers many difficulties in life.
And has no interest in anything
He leaves the secular world
And lives according to Buddhis scripture
wandering from place to place.

The Buddhist world is different to the secular one
His mind becomes clearer and clearer
He watches the sunset with no worries
He recalls old memories
And they do not trouble him
Our human eyes
see only sadness and misery.

A-Ri-Rang
A-Ri-Rang
A-Ri-Rang
A-Ri-Rang

Let me climb over
the A-Ri-Rang Peak
OVer the high and dangerous mountains
And through the many thorny bushes
Let me get past them
And follow the stream throught the valley
I have come through all of the obstacles alone
I have come all this way
To see the truth
But still I don't see it.

Kang-Won-Do
Kum-gang Mountain
It's 12,000 peaks
Statues of Buddha stand
in front of the small temples
she lights a candle at all of them
she brings her hands together
to pray for a child.

And prays sincerely.

[will]

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No need to worry.
It's all ok.
This life is speaking,
What does it say?

When life is dropped,
And struggle aside.
Things weeded out;
Lost in life's tide.

We come back to this moment,
When we learn how.
Don't worry. OK.
Just, be, here, now.

This life is calling.
What does it say?
Don't listen. Hear it.
And then you can play.

Let things be.
I know it sounds hard.
But don't fool yourself.
There's nothing to guard.

--------

Those Zen teachers,
Are for the birds.
Out the window.
Haven't you heard?

Where is the window?
On the left we think,
It cannot be found,
There is no link.

Birdshit on pavement.
Cool spring day.
Scent on the wind.
This, and that way.

Put it down,
And then let it be.
Sit on your butt,
Like a big ol' tree.

These Zen teachers,
Are in the air.
Beside the trees.
And in your hair.

On a scent,
In a buzzzzzzzz.
When paying your rent.
Because that's what they doezzzzzz



Gassho

[Kent]

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Thanks will, your poem is a wonderful way for me to start my day. Gassho Kent

[Bids]

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Nice one Will.

Gasho and Greets,
Nadi

[will]

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Subjective
Emersed
Zero
Points
Whispers
What?
Take it
Hold it
Begone

Gassho

[Alberto]

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Ghosts Were Watching Them Ghost Movies

Late evening in the building across the road
Behind translucent sheers or through the blinds
The bluish, ever changing lights of TV screens

Titillating, whirling, receding for an instant
Only to return with fury and vanish again and again.

The dialogues and the thunder of the explosions
Stay within the walls, however.

Not a drop of fiction spills on the street.

Dawn brings the birds with their brand of silence
And the Sun appears on every window pane.

[John]

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Wild Geese
by Mary Oliver

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting —
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

Gassho

[chessie]

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More spring cleaning chores
Green stains outside the front door
Wait-Don’t scrub! Mantis prays.

Mindfulness surprise
Where busy thoughts mask my eyes
Empty mind—I see!


Ann

[will]

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Rain
Splat
Chug
Tink
Branches weave
Horizon lost
Water to white
Grey
Damp
Scent
Squawk Squawk



G,W

[will]

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