Apr
1
2010
A haiku is not a poem, it is not literature; it is a hand becoming, a door half-opened, a mirror wiped clean.
It is a way of returning to nature, to our moon nature, our cherry blossom nature, our falling leaf nature, in short, to our Buddha nature.
It is a way [...]
May
15
2009
thoughts
Thoughts
When all thoughts
Are exhausted
I slip into the woods
And gather
A pile of shepherd’s purse.
Like the little stream
Making its way
Through the mossy crevices
I, too, quietly
Turn clear and transparent.
Zen Master Ryokan
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Mar
21
2009
Maezumi Roshi
In studying ourselves,
we find the harmony
that is our total existence.
We do not make harmony.
We do not achieve it or gain it.
It is there all the time.
Here we are, in the midst of this perfect way,
and our practice is simply to realize it and then
to actualize it
in [...]
Feb
5
2009
On clouds in paper
If you are a poet, you will see clearly that there is a cloud floating in this sheet of paper.
Without a cloud there will be no water; without water, the trees cannot grow; and without trees, you cannot make paper.
So, the cloud is in here.
The existence of this page [...]








