There is containment and there is flow. Without flow, containment is rigidity. Without containment, flow is chaos.
For so long here without worldly attachments, I have renounced literature and writing; I may be a monk in a mountain temple; Yet still moved in seeing gorgeous blossoms Scattered by the spring breeze, And hearing the warbler’s lovely song – Let others judge my meager efforts.
Search the three periods The mind isn’t there If the mind isn’t there False conditions aren’t there If false conditions aren’t there This then is bodhi Samsara and Nirvana Are basically equal. Refering to the same notions as Fu Hsi.
From a single thought arise Deeds wrought by delusion, Sixty-two mistaken views Nine hundred crazy ins and outs But then what ends is endless And what begins is beginningless When you see like this Truth and falsehood are the same I don’t usually comment on the poems I post, but this one does need the […]
Study the way as if boring wood to make fire. Seeing the smoke you should not stop. Immediately the golden star appears. Within this world is the primary destination. Dogen’s response to Longya.
The birds have vanished down the sky. Now the last cloud drains away. We sit together, the mountain and me, until only the mountain remains.
Study the way like boring wood to make fire. When smoke arises do not stop. Just wait until the golden star appears. Returning home is arriving at your destination.
Although the wind blows terribly here, the moonlight also leaks between the roof planks of this ruined house.
Speaking too much degrades virtue, No words are truly effective; Even though the great ocean should change, It can never be communicated to you.
May I be loving, open, and aware in this moment; If I cannot be loving, open, and aware in this moment, may I be kind; If I cannot be kind, may I be nonjudgmental; If I cannot be nonjudgmental, may I not cause harm; If I cannot not cause harm, may I cause the least […]