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Have we forgotten: cool beverage,
On a hot summers day?
Watching the grass move,
And the trees wave?
Where the sleeve,
Meets the arm?
The smell of old wood,
Painted red,
Peeling and Grey.
Have we forgotten to wake up,
And go to sleep?
A warm bed?
Silent crickets?
The tap of a branch on the window?
A conversation,
On the pillow.
Where did it go?
Where
does
it
come
from?
How can it be forgotten?
How can it be lost?
This moment.
This breath.
This taste,
Touch.
Smell.
Color.
and sound.
Infinite in variety.
Yet,
all One.
W
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To save all sentient beings, though beings are numberless.
To penetrate reality, though reality is boundless.
To transform all delusion, though delusions are immeasurable.
To attain the enlightened way, a way non-attainable.
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Try to put me in a box.
Try to stick me in with the rest of the junk.
But I'll tell you something,
I won't fit.
W
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To save all sentient beings, though beings are numberless.
To penetrate reality, though reality is boundless.
To transform all delusion, though delusions are immeasurable.
To attain the enlightened way, a way non-attainable.
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Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die . . .
It is fascinating,
what you can tell,
By the way someone,
Rings a bell
?~?___________.
Revision:
It is fascinating,
what you can tell,
By the way we hear,
the ringing of a bell
?~?___________.
Yours in practice,
Jordan ("Fu Ken" translates to "Wind Sword", Dharma name givin to me by Jundo, I am so glad he did not name me Wind bag.)
Our cups of coffee. Birds green trees
In the blue shade, the sun gambols from one wall
To another like a gazelle
The water in the clouds has the unlimited shape of what is left to us
Of the sky. And other things of suspended memories
Reveal that this morning is powerful and splendid,
And that we are the guests of eternity.
?
A little of this absolute and blue infinity
Would be enough
To lighten the burden of these times
And to cleanse the mire of this place.
- Mahmoud Darwish
from Under Siege
Enough. These few words are enough.
If not these words, this breath.
If not this breath, this sitting here.
This opening to the life
we have refused
again and again
until now.
Until now.
- David Whyte
lassie and timmy
Daughter on lap
Empty Zen hall
Precious moments
squirming and stillness.
Yours in practice,
Jordan ("Fu Ken" translates to "Wind Sword", Dharma name givin to me by Jundo, I am so glad he did not name me Wind bag.)
Experts all around!
Experts all around!
I whisper to the ground.
Experts all around.
Dog!
On his back.
Waits for a belly rub.
Birds!
Past the window,
With not one thing to snub.
Except, perhaps a foe,
Who might just eat the young.
Perhaps a loud cry,
That is wailed instead of sung.
Experts all around!
Believing plants grow.
The wind is blowing East,
"West!" they say, because they "know".
Holding on to views,
Made of concrete, or stone.
But even stone fades,
And so does what we've known.
W
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To save all sentient beings, though beings are numberless.
To penetrate reality, though reality is boundless.
To transform all delusion, though delusions are immeasurable.
To attain the enlightened way, a way non-attainable.
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