Urban living;
Its 7 AM
Its 9 AM
Its 1 PM
Its 5 PM
Its 7 PM
Its 9 PM
Its 11 PM
Rural living;
Sunrising
Sunsetting
Dusking
Moonrising
Moonsetting
Dawning
Friday, December 30, 2011
Sunday, December 25, 2011
Inconstancy
Pulling out
Implosion-like force
Out of the eye
Dying into birth
Pulling in
Explosion-like force
Into the eye
Birth into dying
Implosion-like force
Out of the eye
Dying into birth
Pulling in
Explosion-like force
Into the eye
Birth into dying
Saturday, December 10, 2011
Mindness
Like a wind it blows
Through blood'n'bones
Seeping into lungs
On the breathing sails
No matter where it is
Looking at the same moon
A cancer-like nature
Parasitic thoughts
Through blood'n'bones
Seeping into lungs
On the breathing sails
No matter where it is
Looking at the same moon
A cancer-like nature
Parasitic thoughts
The Point of Zazen
Realisation, neither general nor particular,
is effort without desire.
Clear water all the way to the bottom;
a fish swims like a fish.
Vast sky transparent throughout;
a bird flies like a bird.
- Eihei Dogen
is effort without desire.
Clear water all the way to the bottom;
a fish swims like a fish.
Vast sky transparent throughout;
a bird flies like a bird.
- Eihei Dogen
Friday, December 9, 2011
Portrait of Dogen Viewing the Moon
*Poem on the portrait written by Dogen in 1249.
Fresh, clear spirit covers old mountain man this autumn.
Donkey stares at the sky ceiling; glowing white moon floats.
Nothing approaches. Nothing else included.
Bouyant, I let myself go-filled with gruel, filled with rice.
Lively flapping from head to tail,
Sky above, sky beneath, cloud self, water origin.
Fresh, clear spirit covers old mountain man this autumn.
Donkey stares at the sky ceiling; glowing white moon floats.
Nothing approaches. Nothing else included.
Bouyant, I let myself go-filled with gruel, filled with rice.
Lively flapping from head to tail,
Sky above, sky beneath, cloud self, water origin.
On Zazen Practice by Dogen
The moon
abiding in the midst of
serene mind;
billows break
into light.
* Dogen teaches; Zazen is not merely a method by which one reaches awakening, but is itself awakening.
abiding in the midst of
serene mind;
billows break
into light.
* Dogen teaches; Zazen is not merely a method by which one reaches awakening, but is itself awakening.
One inch bellow the mind
Tectonic vibrations
shaking the chest
Echoing nymph
in the cave of sound
Gasping for air,
breath stuck in the throat
Clenching the aversion
in the dying fist.
Down in the core
of the gathering world
Slowly like a saw,
breathing cutting through
Piles of slow-motion
seen by the withness
Flooding sensations
are lifting the skull.
shaking the chest
Echoing nymph
in the cave of sound
Gasping for air,
breath stuck in the throat
Clenching the aversion
in the dying fist.
Down in the core
of the gathering world
Slowly like a saw,
breathing cutting through
Piles of slow-motion
seen by the withness
Flooding sensations
are lifting the skull.
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
A Poem by Dogen
Enlightenment is like the moon reflected on the water.
The moon does not get wet, nor is the water broken.
Although its light is wide and great,
The moon is reflected even in a puddle an inch wide.
The whole moon and the entire sky
Are reflected in one dewdrop on the grass.
The moon does not get wet, nor is the water broken.
Although its light is wide and great,
The moon is reflected even in a puddle an inch wide.
The whole moon and the entire sky
Are reflected in one dewdrop on the grass.
The Zen Poetry of Dogen - Verses from the Mountain of Eternal Peace
Drifting pitifully in
the whirlwind of birth and death,
As if wandering in a dream,
In the midst of illusion I awaken to the true path;
There is one more matter I must not neglect,
But I need not bother now,
As I listen to the sound of the evening rain
Falling on the roof of my temple retreat
In the deep grass of Fukakusa.
As if wandering in a dream,
In the midst of illusion I awaken to the true path;
There is one more matter I must not neglect,
But I need not bother now,
As I listen to the sound of the evening rain
Falling on the roof of my temple retreat
In the deep grass of Fukakusa.
From: The
Zen Poetry of Dogen: Verses from the Mountain of Eternal Peace
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Falling into Flying
Slight push
Off the edge
In thin air
Tumbling down
In circles
Falling body
Pulling down
Into the void
In this dream
On and on falling
Turns into flying
There is no ground
Off the edge
In thin air
Tumbling down
In circles
Falling body
Pulling down
Into the void
In this dream
On and on falling
Turns into flying
There is no ground
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Dogen Quote
Those who see worldly life as an obstacle to Dharma see no Dharma in everyday actions; they have not discovered that there are no everyday actions outside of Dharma.
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