Wednesday, May 4, 2011

for sŏnsa–nim


grey beard
soft as white clouds
his clear eyes manifest
in the azure blue sky
the old man said;
‘soft is better,
like yielding water
wears at the granite.”
I will meet you
in ten thousand years,
when spring comes
snow melts
and water
flows to the ocean.

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

bismillah road kill



listening to Coleman Barks[i]
recite a poem by
Jalal ad-Din Rumi[ii] about sacrifice
and the heaviness of karma.
so many attachments
we hold in our breasts.
how could we ever be forthright,
with such heavy burdens to bear?
metaphorically speaking he said;
“say Bismillah[iii], in the name of God,
 as the priest does with a knife when
 he offers an animal at the altar.
 Bismillah your old self
 and find your real name.”
at this same exact moment
on my way to work,
I have lost who I am.
what is it that this life really means,
out of the confusion,
comes the clarity
and now I understand completely,
Jalal ad-Din Rumi said Bismillah
for me in this place,
yet at that time.
realizing now that time and space
have no meaning.
just now, the ageless
blue sierra mountains
are sentinels of time immemorial,
whose vibrant peaks
in this bless’d morning air
are cloaked and hidden
in dense grey clouds;
yet, the sky above the pacific ocean
is transparent and neon blue,
dancing with the souls of
the tens of billions who went before.
a single thread of clouds connects
between the mountains and the ocean,
while seagulls float effortlessly
on the morning air.
Jalal ad-Din Rumi is alive in my heart
as smoke rises from a distant chimney
a smile appears upon my lips.

December 22, 1997
Highway 39


[i] Coleman Barks: an American poet and renowned translator of Rumi poetry and other mystic poets of Persia. Barks has published several volumes of Rumi’s poetry since 1976, including The Hand of Poetry, Five Mystic Poets of Persia in 1993, The Essential Rumi in 1995 and The Book of Love in 2003. Coleman Barks himself does not speak Persian, and bases his translations entirely off of other English translations of Rumi. In addition, while the original Persian poetry of Rumi is heavily rhymed and metered, Barks has used primarily free verse. This has led some to criticize Barks’ works as essentially original creations, while others laud his efforts at providing the essence of Rumi’s poetry in an accessible format.

[ii] Mawlānā Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Rūmī (Persian: مولانا جلال الدين محمد رومي‎ ​, Turkish: Mevlânâ Celâleddin Mehmed Rumi) ‎ (1207 — 1273 CE), also known as Muhammad Balkhī (Persian: محمد بلخى‎ ​), was a 13th century Persian poet, jurist, theologian and teacher of Sufism. Rumi was born in Balkh (then a city of the Greater Khorasan province of Persia, now part of Afghanistan) and died in Konya (in present-day Turkey). His birthplace and native tongue indicate a Persian/Iranian heritage. He also wrote his poetry in Persian and his works are widely read in Iran and Afghanistan where the language is spoken. He lived most of his life and produced his works under the Seljuk Empire and his descendants today are Turkish citizens and live in modern day Turkey. Rumi’s importance transcends national and ethnic borders. He has had a significant influence on both Turkish and Persian literature throughout the centuries. His poems have been translated into many of the world’s languages and have appeared in various formats. He was also the founder of the Mevlevi order, better known as the “Whirling Dervishes”, who believe in performing their worship in the form of dance and music ceremony called the sema.

[iii] Bismilla: (Arabic بسملة) is an Arabic-language noun which is used as the collective name of the whole of the recurring Islamic phrase bismi-llāhi ar-rahmāni ar-rahīmi (listen). This phrase constitutes the first verse of the first “sura” (or chapter) of the Qur’an, and is used in a number of contexts by Muslims. It is recited several times as part of Muslim daily prayers, and it is usually the first phrase in the preamble of the constitutions of Islamic countries.

Friday, January 14, 2011

technologically dependent

This one is kind of dated, ha ha ha...... wrote it in 1996
damn, my modem’s not responding,
how am I going to get my e-mail?
last week it was the hard drive
on my computer that caused the anxiety.
and when I lost my pager
I had to change the link to the
zen center voice mail,
my personal voice mail,
my business voice mail
and my automatic fax notification
not to mention the business cards
and printed matter.
what if someone’s trying to page me on the old number?
when I forgot my electronic organizer
on my last business trip I couldn’t call anyone.
as I leave the zen center
to go to work this morning,
there is a single rose blooming
on the bush by the front door.
delicately white, the edges are
faintly trimmed in scarlet.
bending over, the fragrance is overpowering.
of course......that’s it.
the front lawn is vibrant green
with new growth from the recent rains.
the air is crisp this morning,
breathing out
the warm air condenses
and the vapor slowly dissipates.
January 8, 1996
Hae An Soen Won

zen master fortune cookie

Photo of an open fortune cookieImage via Wikipedia



Christmas Eve party, conversation with a monk
about a koan interview I had
with a teacher from another zen tradition.
“he gave up his center
  and asked me to teach him.”
surprised by the monk’s response,
“this is a great man!” hyon mun said to me.
pretending like I also understood, I smiled.
today, at lunch, after eating ma-po tofu—
the fortune cookie read;
“yours is the role of host wherever you may go.”
I had to laugh out loud!
it finally struck me.
host and guest are not important,
one is not better than the other.
to ask a visiting zen student to teach you,
when there is something to be learned—
is the mark of a great man.
how blind I am—stumbling about this way and that.
how lucky I am—to have a teacher like this.
outside the restaurant the air is warm,
a good friend is smiling.
we have managed to escape
the drudgery of work—once again.
how lucky I am to be so blind.

December 28, 1995
La Habra, CA

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Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Christmas trees for religious harmony

Jogye Order Administrative Leader Jaseung, right rear, and General Secretary of the National Council of Churches in Korea Kim Young-joo, second right rear, look around Jogye Temple with monks and children from the temple’s care facility for disabled children after lighting Christmas trees in front of Iljumun, the One Pillar Gate, on Dec. 20.
This marks the first time that Christmas trees were lit in the chief temple of the Jogye Order of Korean Buddhism, which symbolizes reconciliation and harmony between Buddhism and Protestant Christianity in South Korea.
(Photo by Shin So-young)

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Monday, December 13, 2010

Kathy's Song


Kathy Daul (1957-2008) at a vigil for her fallen son Andrew, an Iraqi Vet who gave his life for our freedom.



I hear the drizzle of the rain
Like a memory it falls
Soft and warm continuing
Tapping on my roof and walls


And from the shelter of my mind
Through the window of my eyes
I gaze beyond the rain-drenched streets
To England where my heart lies


My mind's distracted and defused
My thoughts are many miles away
They lie with you when you're asleep
And kiss you when you start your day


And this song I was writing is left undone
I don't know why I spend my time
Writing songs I can't believe
With words that tear and strain to rhyme


And so you see I have come to doubt
All that I once held as true
I stand alone without beliefs
The only truth I know is you


And as I watch the drops of rain
Weave their weary paths and die
I know that I am like the rain
There but for the grace of you go I


I used to sing this to Kathy when it was cold and rainy out and we were sitting in her station wagon coming back from lunch.

Sunday, December 12, 2010

Israel "IZ" Kaʻanoʻi Kamakawiwo Somewhere Over the Rainbow


I heard this song on my commute this week to work on NPR and was surprised I had never heard this beautiful version before, so for those not familar with Israel IZ I post this to share a unique discovery. Please enjoy and seek out more from this man with the bless'd voice.

Israel "IZ" Kaʻanoʻi Kamakawiwoʻ; May 20, 1959 – June 26, 1997) was a Hawaiian musician. He became famous outside Hawaii when his album Facing Future was released in 1993. His medley of "Over the Rainbow" and "What a Wonderful World" was subsequently featured in several films, television programs, and commercials. Through his ukulele playing and incorporation of other genres (such as jazz and reggae), Kamakawiwoʻole remains one of the major influences in Hawaiian music over the last 15 years.