Monday, December 12, 2011

These Spiritual Window Shoppers



These spiritual window-shoppers,
who idly ask, 'How much is that?'
Oh, I'm just looking.
They handle a hundred items and put them down,
shadows with no capital.

What is spent is love and two eyes wet with weeping.
But these walk into a shop,
and their whole lives pass suddenly in that moment,
in that shop.

Where did you go? "Nowhere."
What did you have to eat? "Nothing much."

Even if you don't know what you want,
buy _something,_ to be part of the exchanging flow.
Start a huge, foolish project,
like Noah.

It makes absolutely no difference
what people think of you.

Rumi,

Wednesday, September 14, 2011



A few people have posted DESIDERTA on Facebook today and I couldn't resist posting this Video on my blog. I will probably get some shit for it, but lighten up and eat a bagel with loads of cream cheese. I first heard this on the National Lampoon 'Radio Dinner' album when Desiderata was making the rounds of my local High School back in 1971.


the original

desiderata -
Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.
 Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and the ignorant, they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser
 persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.

Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery.
 But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism.
 Be yourself.
 Especially, do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love, for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is perennial as the grass.

Take kindly to the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
 Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.
 You are a child of the universe,
 no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God,
 whatever you conceive Him to be, and whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams,
 it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.
 Strive to be happy.
Max Ehrmann c.     1920

Sunday, September 11, 2011

the door


A man went to the door
of the Beloved and knocked.
A voice replied, 'Who is there?'
The man answered, 'It is I.'
The voice said,
'There is no room for 'I' and 'Thou.''
The door remained closed.
After a year of solitude
and deprivation he returned
and knocked again.
A voice from within asked,
'Who is there?'
The man said, 'It is Thou.'
The door was finally open.

 Jelaluddin Rumi

Saturday, August 27, 2011

Rambling in the Eunseon Ravine


no sound of mountain or beings,
flock of birds fly accompanying a cloud.
water flows down and flowers in full bloom,
I forget the time to return.

Saturday, August 20, 2011

Mt. Yeonam


The day was getting dark and I saw the snow blossoms
 On snow capped Mt. Yeonam,
 A young student informed me that
 The drum had been already been struck for the evening meal

The Collected Writings of Gyeongheo

Monday, August 1, 2011

Women-sí


the mountain mist floats in and out
of the crevices and valleys below my feet.
Jinding cliff falls off into a sea of vast whiteness,
Wumen-sí means temple above the clouds,
where Zen Monks practice and
pay homage to the sacred Bodhisattva’s home.
one minute visible and then gone
in the very next instant.
many Monks living at the roof of China
in the perfection of blue skies
and bright sun
the thin air has me gasping for breath.
I bow to Samantabhadra
as an old monk strikes the bell,
Amidofu he says,
Amidofu I reply.

Thursday, June 16, 2011

renegade ji do poep sa nim

sitting quietly in the upstairs dharma room
the early morning stillness envelopes me
participants are scarce
only hang ja nim and I are present
after some period of time
the stillness of the morning is suddenly broken
the door creaks open, thudding footsteps resound,
and the slick rustling of nylon clothing
thinking immediately arises
who is it who doesn’t understand
correct situation and correct function
trying to return focus to the floor
the noise irritates me
suddenly a tap on the shoulder
reveals the culprit
a renegade ji do poep sa nim
who has snuck out of kyol che
the irritation vanishes as she
invites me to an impromptu breakfast
teacher and student,
wonderful to have such friends
catching up on events
the realization arises
that we are not two and not one
the eggs, hash browns and toast are delicious
the conversation is clear
don’t attach at all to the process
seize the moment before it is gone.

March 8, 1996
Providence Zen Center, RI