Posted: March 3, 2017 Filed under: Buddhism, Poetry | Tags: Buddhism, Meditation, Poems, Poetry, raven
Sitting. Still. Mind wandering.
Thoughts come and go, space in-between.
Adjusting form, swishing cloth. A cough.
Stomach gurgling, like a trumpeting crane.
Spine straight, thumbs lightly touching.
Tires crunching gravel, muffled radio from within.
A raven croaks, “Good morning.
I am here. I am awake.”
I am all of this, suchness.
It is all me, ephemera.
Narrow chasms open to wide spaces.
The bell rings and I bow.
Posted: June 23, 2016 Filed under: Buddhism, Poetry | Tags: Buddhism, Meditation, Poems, Poetry
Here are some poems that I wrote after participating in a weekend zen retreat that left me feeling settled, gathered, animated and awake:
Bright as a drop of dew in dawns first light
Clearly shining in all directions
Like an explosion of a newborn star
Inconceivably vast, subtle and serene; exquisite in all seasons
Returning to the source, forgetting who
I am at ease, curious and full of joy.
Infinite and vast
How can there be any lack?
Clear and bright, vast and shining
The subtle source radiates in all directions
I laugh out loud, returning
To cool air and a steaming cup of tea.