I kneel to thank God, The Universe, Reality, Life, I sit to thank The PracticeFor going so light on me. Broken, cracked from end to
Étiquette : reality
I believed the Night
I once believed the Night was darkUntil she lifted the curtainAnd showed her ways to let light pierceThrough its bleak filters and black frames I
Live Forever
Zazen : seeing DeathComing forth as inner eyes adjust. Zazen : agreeing to stay putAnd sit one-on-one with Life Singing in tune, at last,With what
This is Real, This is Unreal
Our soul, angels, hungry ghosts, parallel worldsThey are all real. They’re all illusory. Paradise, hell, pure earths, …Everything is true. Until the ultimate truth unveils
The Eternal Soul and the Buddha
The Buddha does not eclipse nor does he deny the questions on the existence of a soul.Through his silent answers, he reveals the scope of
The Man Talking
I can hear the manPerched on a platformBehind the reading standUnderneath the collarScanned by dozens of eyeballsFrozen in the expectationOf a lightbeam, of a stumble,I
