One glance at the morning star, and the snow got even whiter. The look in his eye chills hair and bones. If earth itself hadn’t experienced this instant, Old Shakyamuni never would have appeared.
Perception of a dharma, perception of no dharma Hands open then they close Floating clouds reveal blue sky For a thousand miles heaven looks the same
Poetry Takes you to the bottom Of the heart; Zen Knocks the bottom Out. (Djinn had this on her wall in Belfast, and said she had it from Blanche.)
Hearing the crickets at night I vow with all beings to find my place in the harmony crickets enjoy with the stars. To add to one I have used before, and which kept coming to mind while I was in England.
Before the birth of mother and father, One solid circle; Even Shakyamuni didn’t understand it – How could Kasyapa transmit it? (quoted in the Book of Serenity)
Traveler’s longing – I place my palm on the ground autumn wind
My mind is like the autumn moon Shining clean and clear in the green pool. No, that’s not a good comparison. Tell me, how shall I explain?