Poem
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Dogen
In my begging bowlViolets and dandelions Jumbled togetherI offer themTo the BuddhasOf the three worlds
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Tahui
When wind blows the willow catkins, the woolly seeds sail away;When rain strikes the pear blossoms,…
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Rengetsu
Driftinglike white cloudsfrom beginning to end –a thing of mysteryis this heart.
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Xiangyan
Last year’s poverty was not real poverty.This year’s poverty is finally genuine poverty.In last year’s poverty…
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Tettsu Gikai
Everyone bound by karma, speaking of a Buddha-mind “within”. Tied up by this I couldn’t find it. Finally tracked it…
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Layman Pang
Mind is Thus and objects are also Thus:There is no true and also no false.Existence doesn’t…
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Giun
Do not overlook what is right in front of you,Endless spring appears with the early plum…
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Michio Mado
When I came back home on a rainy day,A cleaning rag was waiting for me in…
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Dogen
In spring, the cherry blossoms,In summer, the cuckoo’s song,In autumn, the moon, shining,In winter, the frozen…
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Han-shan
Snow piles up against my door; at night I tend the stove This body is here…
