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Category Archives: Poems
Becoming A
Have you ever seensomeone become, in this life,a bodhisattva – I mean, who wasn’t one yetwhen they started on their way? If you can becomea thing you’re not already,how is that trick done? Not through potential or work –that gets … Continue reading
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Tagged awareness, bodhisattva, daily forms, enlightenment, growth, haiku, potential, The Parable of the Plants, waka
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The Same Breath
So many choices in a moment’s tiny span; is it destiny? No matter your direction, the path will stay beneath you. The door is open. You stand at a great threshold; which way do you move? There is just air … Continue reading
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Tagged awareness, breath, choices, destiny, haiku, poetic forms, waka
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Prajnaparamita
With what great faculty would you describea something that is nothing in itself – an emptiness that does not rise or fall,but is and isn’t, both, at the same time, and lights, but doesn’t land, adrift in time(which is not … Continue reading
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Tagged emptiness, heart sutra, knowledge, poetic forms, sonnet, wisdom, Zen
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Solstice
Look: for a minutethe light takes over darkas the great wheel turns.Then, in the next span of now,the shadow always grows back. There must be balancein our illusion of two – no up without down,until we are reconciledbeyond the borders … Continue reading
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Tagged balance, emptiness, poetic forms, seasons, solstice, tanka, waka
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The Tuition of Wisdom
True knowledge is free; it grows like roadside flowers. Who can afford it? The trick is letting it go so it can keep blossoming. Paying tuition at such a school is so hard: you owe attention. You can’t write a … Continue reading
Not So Empty
Emptiness is form; nothing has nothing in it, like air in a jar. Saying the jar owns that air is a foolish way to think. Form is emptiness; nothing has something to it that is not alone. Thinking one jar’s … Continue reading
Seasoning
Time knows no season; Spring doesn’t turn to Summer in just one moment. The now is all that exists. You cannot measure its span. Life did not begin; it is always here and now. It is infinite. Before you take … Continue reading