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Shikantaza
Who is just sitting? It is not me, or is it, here on the cushion. Who is asking the question? Nobody really knows that. 13 JUN 2024 Share This:
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Tagged emptiness, meditation, poetic forms, self, tanka, waka, zazen
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Thisness
I think, therefore I am not being.When I am, I don’t need to think about it;How does a raindrop perceive itself,either forming in the cloud,dripping down the sky,or disappearing in the ocean? It is only wet. There is no deep … Continue reading
I Think Therefore
I think; therefore I am whatever in here gives a damn and whatever lays inside the lines that separate me from my mind. I think; therefore I am, at least for that brief moment’s span until I stop and think … Continue reading
Just Yesterday’s News
I don’t know the man that I’m supposed to be: I’ve looked at his life like a documentary; and with some of his choices I just can’t agree; but it’s too late to start out again. I’m tired of the … Continue reading
The shadow knows
It ought to be a simple thing: you spend years looking for just what inspires you, makes you realize exactly how to become you, to finally be satisfied with who the mirror shows you back, and make the bold choice … Continue reading
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Tagged conviction, NaPoWriMo, perception, self, shadow, struggle, the soul
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Something or Another Thing
Trying to catch a thought to write it down, despite years of serious effort, seems sometimes, so pointless; and though I may clown and gambol with these words that come like dreams I realize they are not concrete things. Perhaps … Continue reading