Shundo David Haye – Zen Priest

Poem

  • Fachang

    Wearing lotus leaves from this pond—inexhaustible. Eating pine nuts from several trees—still more left. Having been…

  • Ryokan

    The wind has settled, the blossoms have fallen;Birds sing, the mountains grow dark – This is…

  • Jane Hirshfield

    Like allwho believe in the senses,I was an accountant,copyist,statistician. Not registrar,witness. Permitted to touchthe leaf of…

  • Charlotte Joko Beck

    Caught in the self-centered dream, only suffering;holding to self-centered thoughts, exactly the dream;each moment, life as…

  • Michael Kiesow Moore

    Listen. Turneverythingoff. Whenthe noiseof our livesdrifts away,when thechatter ofour mindssinks intothat perfectlake of nothing,then, ohthen we…

  • Deborah Landau

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

  • Nanyue

    Let me advise you not to go home.At home the way is not practiced.Old women in…

  • Ryokan

    Stopping to pick violets,
By the side of the road,
I forgot my begging bowl.
Oh, little bowl, how…

  • Wang Wei

    In the mountainsAre many companions of the Way,Sitting zazen, chanting,Forming a natural community.But if you gazedFar…

  • Huike

    Fundamentally, karmic conditions have given rise to the groundThat allows the seeds of flowers to grow.Fundamentally,…