Shundo David Haye – Zen Priest

Poem

  • Campbell McGrath

    Why perpetuate myths about fig leaves and apples when we ourselves are the garden— and the…

  • Nagarjuna

    When buddhas don’t appear And their followers are gone, The wisdom of awakening Bursts forth by…

  • Vincent Katz

    Yesterday, as we walked from the town,And the light faded from the sky,I thought, How strikingThe…

  • Mumon

    Speaking too much degrades virtue,No words are truly effective;Even though the great ocean should change,It can…

  • Dogen

    Attaining the heartOf the sutra,Are not even the soundsOf the bustling marketplaceThe preaching of the Dharma?

  • Issa

    Even in Kyoto,Hearing the cuckoo’s cry,I long for Kyoto

  • Ryokan

    In my begging bowl Violets and dandelions Jumbled together I offer them To the Buddhas Of…

  • W.S. Merwin

    In the morning as the storm begins to blow awaythe clear sky appears for a moment…

  • Hokushi

    I write, erase, rewrite,Erase again, and thenA poppy blooms

  • Diane di Prima

    I think I forgot to turnoff the radio whenI left my mother’swomb In Hasidic Judaismit is…