beyond ideas of
right and wrong,
beyond the essence
or the very edge
of our thinking,
lies the nature
of our very existence.
should we come
with an idea,
we should gently
let it go,
should we come
with an expectation,
we should kindly
yield to this moment.
I came to Zen
full of suffering
and pain,
and through
the gentle guidance
of our master
I have found peace.
it is now time
for each of us
to learn how
to be the gentle giant
of a man he is,
and how to guide
in his shadow
and support
his great legacy
for the generations
to come.
Monday, November 24, 2008
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
silver and gold
silver and gold
shimmering silver moon,
sparkling white clouds.
hiding—then illuminating
then highlighting the
glowing silver orb.
what life lives in eclipse
of yellow sun
and silver moon.
one reflects
the other,
but which one gives life?
does the sun give
life to the moon,
or does the moon
reflect life into
the sun?
in this life
only one choice
do we have.
let go—
silver light
reflects from
the golden source.
silver
and
gold
are one
and the same.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Suzuki Roshi
green mountains
and blue sky,
ancient sequoias
stand like sentinels
along a meandering creek.
deep in the forest
moss and lichen
cover the trees,
a carpet of leaves
offered below my feet.
wild turkeys roam
in a small intimate group.
a family of deer
graze just up ahead.
down the trail,
to the right—
stands Suzuki Roshi’s stupa.
offer incense, then wait
just maybe an hour or so.
a long time ago Roshi said:
“we die and we do not die,
I think this the correct understanding.”
then I realize,
like a drop of water
he has returned to the river.
Roshi asks me quite softly,
“are you a drop of water,
or have you entered the stream?”
my answer is quite simple,
“how may I help you?”
because, of course;
this river runs through
each one of us—
in an unending flow.
written during a solo retreat at Sonoma Mountain Zen Center thanks to my friend Jakusho Kwong roshi
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Trungpa Rinpoche
being no–one,
going no–where,
a light rain
falls on my head.
mist envelops
the mountain tops.
the staff in my hand
steadies the trail down.
sitting with Trungpa
I chant the Great Dharani;
circumambulating the Stupa
rain splashes from it’s roof.
upon parting
transcending the three worlds,
vowing to become Buddha
and save all beings;
the mantra of shattering Hell:
om gar ra ji ja sa ba ha
om gar ra ji ja sa ba ha
om gar ra ji ja sa ba ha.
written during a solo retreat at Sonoma Mountain Zen Center thanks to my friend Jakusho Kwong roshi
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Sunday, November 2, 2008
why do we seek
why do we seek,
when seeking
leads to more seeking?
it is just the mystery
of what will unfold
into the presence of now.
and, are we happy
with what we have
or do we compare
what it is
with what we think?
this is the paradox
of living in this moment
and not knowing what
is now.
poem: dochong, jdpsn
photo: Nanhuasi Mountains, Shaoguan, PRC by dochong, jpdsn
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