From the bottom of the nightHe laid a hand on the notebookHolding on to a creviceOn a rocky face of the mountain,A desperate grip to
Étiquette : poem
I’m Scared Of You
As she sighed, Thelma sat down, grabbed the pen and let it flow I’m scared of living,This is why I keep saying ‘no’Why I yell
Winter Gusts
There are times in a life,Crossroads in the nights,When the energies passing throughCan be upsettingly violent. The practice of Zazen, sitting meditation, Creates conditions for
Naked Buddha (2/2)
Part 1 is available here : Naked Buddha (1/2) Watch the mindNow, watch the one you are. This is your teaching,Your path, your reality. Everything
Dharmakaya (note)
As long as you are notTotally devoted to realityAs long as your devotion remains lukewarmYou have not set a single foot on the Way.Your body
Shooting Impulses
The posture of Zazen is a boundless night skyWhere we watch impulses as they tear darkness apart.From the knees up to the summit of our
Eternally Away
Spaced. One by one, preoccupations dripDown on the water surface From the extreme tip of the stalactiteTo the underground reservoir. In the echoing lapping,true happinesseternally
Welcoming Orchestra
Spoon in the coffee jarCoffee powder falling in the cupHot water poured in Spoon in the cupSpoon in the cupSpoon in the cup Spoon on
Calm and Joyful
The colors of life dancing in meAre now blending differently,Delicate glows slowly emergingAnd vividness ready to dim. It is good, it is sad,It is calm
What Do I Do With Sensations ?
What I need to do with vedanas (1) is : …nothing.As soon as I attempt to deal with the ‘vedana phenomenon’, I have no other option
Shorter Than A Koan
The oak tree in the temple yard, (1)Calling the Earth to witnessSame anchoringSame simple mindSame footprint in realitySame resolution to lifeObvious choice of happiness within
My Perfect Life
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
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
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
Are You Done Mixing Herbs ?
Religion is not a pure herb,Let alone the place where the Principle of Life grows and inspires. Religion is a mix of herbs with a
Notes & Silence 