Shundo David Haye – Zen Priest

Poem

  • Yuanwu

    A fish swims, making the water murky. A bird flies, shedding its feathers. The ultimate mirror…

  • Taiyuan Fu

    In olden days when I was not yet awakened, The sound of a painted horn was…

  • Sengai

    Here in Fukuoka in my black robes I’m putting down my brush for good Having brought…

  • Genro

    Friends of my childhoodAre all well known now.They discuss philosophy;They write essays and criticisms.I am getting…

  • Enkyo O’Hara

    Gathering myself, arms and legs,Hands and eyes, breath and mind,The Dragon rests on my lap.There is…

  • Gary Snyder

    There is no remedy for satisfying hunger other than a painted rice cake. —Dōgen, November, 1242.…

  • Xiangyan

    I have a function Seen in the twinkling of an eye If others don’t know it…

  • Deborah Landau

    So whatever’s the opposite of a Buddhist that’s what I am. Kindhearted, yes, but knee deep…

  • Dogen

    Mountains and rivers intimately transmit the power of mountains and rivers. From the outset the self…

  • Tesshu Yamaoka

    Falling blossoms are scattering on the ground. No one ever tries to sweep them away. Birds…