Poem
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Dogen
A cold plum blossom in the twelfth month is bright in the moonlight Frost is added…
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Mumon
The moon above the clouds is ever the same; Valleys and mountains are separate from each…
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Jane Hirshfield
A Cedary Fragrance Even now, decades after, I wash my face with cold water – Not…
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Sunday Poem
Island where all becomes clear. Solid ground beneath your feet. The only roads are those that…
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Menzan
Throughout his life the practice of meditation has been the realm of cosmic play Now that…
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Ssu Dongpo
The sounds of the valley are his long broad tongue The colours of the mountains are…
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Keizan
The pure wind circles the earth and shakes it time after time, But who can pluck…
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Menzan
Drifting with the waves, he floats like duckweed from north to south At Ikeda by a…
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Mumon
The spring flowers, the autumn moon; Summer breezes, winter snow. If useless things do not clutter…
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Sunday Poem
From the top of the solitary peak, I gaze at the clouds; Close by the old…
Shundo David Haye - Zen Priest 