Shundo David Haye – Zen Priest

Poem

  • Emily Jungmin Yoon

    We watch the moving topography of brutality, the red slopesand orbs mapping deaths from virus, from…

  • Dogen

    For so long here without worldly attachments,
I have renounced literature and writing;
I may be a monk…

  • Ryokan

    On a somber spring evening around midnight,Rain mixed with snow sprinkled on the bamboos in the…

  • Sanping

    This seeing and hearing is not seeing and hearing, And there is no sound or form…

  • Xiangyan

    The chick pecks from within, the hen from without.The chick breaks free through the shell.When hen…

  • Wang Wei

    In spring trees shrouding palace windows, a spring oriole sings dawn light into song.It sets out…

  • Joseph Fasano

    FOR A STUDENT WHO USED AI TO WRITE A PAPER Now I let it fall back…

  • Chang Chiu-ch’en 

    In a moonlit night on a spring day,The croak of a frogPierces through the whole cosmos…

  • Fa-yen 

    Willows sway gracefully with their golden threads.The mountain valley grows the quieter as the clouds return.A…

  • Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer

    I pray to keep falling in love with everyone I meet.                  —Mark Nepo, from “In Love…