Poetry Corner ( 2 )

Collapse
X
 
  • Time
  • Show
Clear All
new posts
  • Keishin
    Member
    • Jun 2007
    • 471

    #31
    Re: Poetry Corner ( 2 )

    Steamy shower hot water
    God's hand: airlift to safety
    this surprised spider

    Comment

    • lora
      Member
      • Jun 2008
      • 122

      #32
      Re: Poetry Corner ( 2 )

      Re your poem:

      Oh, wow, Keishin!

      How great is that!

      Thankyou
      Lora

      Comment

      • will
        Member
        • Jun 2007
        • 2331

        #33
        Re: Poetry Corner ( 2 )

        Have we forgotten,
        the taste of snow?

        The cool smell?
        The fascination,
        of cold breath?

        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
        [size=85:z6oilzbt]
        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.
        [/size:z6oilzbt]

        Comment

        • will
          Member
          • Jun 2007
          • 2331

          #34
          Re: Poetry Corner ( 2 )

          Go ahead.
          Try.

          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
          [size=85:z6oilzbt]
          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.
          [/size:z6oilzbt]

          Comment

          • lora
            Member
            • Jun 2008
            • 122

            #35
            Re: Poetry Corner ( 2 )

            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 . . .

            -Anonymous

            Comment

            • Fuken
              Member
              • Sep 2006
              • 435

              #36
              Re: Poetry Corner ( 2 )

              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.)

              Comment

              • Shugen
                Member
                • Nov 2007
                • 4532

                #37
                Re: Poetry Corner ( 2 )

                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

                From whiskeyriver.blogspot.com
                Meido Shugen
                明道 修眼

                Comment

                • Shui_Di
                  Member
                  • Apr 2008
                  • 210

                  #38
                  Re: Poetry Corner ( 2 )

                  Just this...
                  as it is...

                  Gassho, Shuidi
                  Practicing the Way means letting all things be what they are in their Self-nature. - Master Dogen.

                  Comment

                  • Shugen
                    Member
                    • Nov 2007
                    • 4532

                    #39
                    Re: Poetry Corner ( 2 )

                    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
                    Meido Shugen
                    明道 修眼

                    Comment

                    • egbrooks
                      Member
                      • Jun 2007
                      • 29

                      #40
                      Re: Poetry Corner ( 2 )

                      quiet mountain
                      resting behind the mist,
                      spring perfume
                      ‘Training and being spiritually awake are not two separate things.’ - Dogen

                      Comment

                      • Fuken
                        Member
                        • Sep 2006
                        • 435

                        #41
                        Re: Poetry Corner ( 2 )

                        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.)

                        Comment

                        • will
                          Member
                          • Jun 2007
                          • 2331

                          #42
                          Re: Poetry Corner ( 2 )

                          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
                          [size=85:z6oilzbt]
                          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.
                          [/size:z6oilzbt]

                          Comment

                          Working...