Old masters are my friendsLiving where I am is my daily occupationTying long blades of grass togetherSlowly repairing the hut, Though old masters are long
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Compulsory Figure
‘What was your true face before the birth of your parents ?’ Without diving in the fathomless depths of this — literally — mind-blowing koan,
Stranger-Friend-Angel
The long-awaited friendDoesn’t know himself as such.He simply walks to me,Breaches the awkward silenceBetween me and the world,And serves my soul The long-awaited words. Franck
A Gift of Peace and Freedom
Studying Buddhism, practicing the DharmaSuddenly discovering that anger can be droppedFor there is no one left to resent, no one to be mad at,No one
Transparent Awakening
Zen unites the most common situations and the deepest experiences.It unveils the most secret teachings behind trifling momentsHere and now, they uncoil their full meaning.
I Sit
Beyond steep rocks erecting and stone blocks combiningIn a densified mountain range,I sit Through the deafness of dark nightsWhere questions are held captive,I sit Along
Journey Home to Simplicity
One of the most relieving manifestations of joy occurs when we get out of a complicated behavioural or psychological pattern we let ourselves be trapped
Through the Reel
It is no small matter to fall through the film reel, the moment of a splice…the bliss of an absence, a moment of grace,A driven
The Way Up the Woolen Ball (note)
The traditional practice of Vipassana, through the path it unfolds under our feet, is an experiential teaching. Along this path, the pilgrim is taken by
The Waiting-Room Prayer
Lord, may you grant me a lifeOf wealth and abundanceFreedom and humilityAllow me to understandThere is no life to expectOther than the one expecting us.
Song From the Burn-Out Gulf (A Psalm For Modern Times)
I have exhausted myselfThere is no place left for me to tap into.Things to do have taken hold on meFrom dawn until dusk, mainly from
The Secret Joy of Jangling Keys (Late Night Poem)
On the edge of the edge of the Sleeping AbyssOn the tips of joined fingertips, worlds are connecting.On the black walls of internal nights, Sizzling
The Soul in Buddhism
Buddhism does not assent to the existence of an eternal soul. Minds raised in Christianism find in this latter assertion a sufficient reason to turn
Dharma Equivalence (note)
Harada, in The Essence of Zen (p74) sketches a fascinating equivalence : Present = Now = Nyoze (suchness) = Ku (emptiness)= Mu (nothingness) = Do
What Makes me Feel like Crying (2/2)
This poem is following : What Makes me Feel like Crying (1/2) This is the point where wordsCollapse into linesAnd lines fade out in dots,Where
Notes & Silence 