Poem
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Sunday Poem
The hawk sweeps across the mountain sky – effortless. Hearts quicken – as One. – Myogen…
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Menzan
A worn-out robe and five copper coins – a distinctly individual hospitality It is hard to…
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Sunday Poem
Bamboo shadows sweep the stairs, Yet not a mote of dust is stirred; Moonbeams pierce to…
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Mumon
The Great Way is gateless, Approached in a thousand ways. Once past this checkpoint You stride…
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Sunday Poem
The true Dharma Body of the Buddha Is like empty space. Responding to things, it manifests…
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Michio Mado
When I came back home on a rainy day, A cleaning rag was waiting for me…
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Panshan
The perfect circle of the mind-moon is alone. Its light swallows ten-thousand things. The light does…
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Sunday poem
The breeze in the oaks The breeze in the pines Are they the same or different?
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Sunday Gatha
Breathing in, I wash the dishes, Aware of their usefulness in holding Nourishing meals that have…
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Sunday poem
In the somnolent midday heat Tirelessly the creek still runs The breeze still plays in the…
Shundo David Haye - Zen Priest 