Rain, Four Poems: Two Selections

by | Aug 30, 2024 | Buddhist, Poems by Men

1.Light rain doesn’t slick the road;Broken clouds slack, then move again.The foot of racing purple cliffs — black;At the horizon the white birds — bright.The autumn sun casts damp new shadows,On the cold river, old familiar sounds of rain.A brushwood...

Rest and Be Taken

by | Aug 7, 2024 | Buddhist, Poems by Men

When there is deep abundancethere is nowhere to abide.There is nowhere to restor grasp ontoand yet there is restThe sky abidesyet it never rests.Neither can we say thatthe sky is not always at rest.We talk about the skyas if it were somethingas if it actually exists...