Shundo David Haye – Zen Priest

Poem

  • José Antonio Rodriguez

    A bird sings and I don’t know its name.The branch on which it perches sways with…

  • Fukushu Gozubi

    Our meal is boiled foxtail millet, reaped from the mountain fields,For vegetables we have faded yellow…

  • Dogen

    The evening bell rings in moonlight and lanterns are raised. Training monks sit in the hall…

  • Xuedou

    Reaching out your arms is climbing the ten-thousand-foot cliff.Oneness and differentiation are not necessarily fixed.The old…

  • Raymond Carver

    And did you get whatyou wanted from this life, even so?I did.And what did you want?To…

  • Joan Murray

    Men and women only have meaning as man and womanThe moon is itself and it is…

  • Dogen

    Sitting zazen as night gets late, still not sleepy; I realize more and more that practicing…

  • Izumi Shikibu

    Watching the moon
at dawn,
solitary, mid-sky,
I knew myself completely:
no part left out.

  • Sensu Tokujō

    For a thousand feet my line hangs straight down,The slightest wave is followed by ten thousand…

  • Asan

    The fields, the mountains, the flowers, in my body too are the voice of the bird.…