by admin | Jul 19, 2024 | Buddhist, Poems by Men
Past, present, future: unattainable,Yet clear as the moteless sky.Late at night the stool’s cold as iron,But the moonlit window smells of plum.
by admin | Jul 19, 2024 | Buddhist, Poems by Men
Actually there isn’t a thingmuch less any dust to wipe awaywho can master thisdoesn’t need to sit there stiff
by admin | Jul 8, 2024 | Buddhist, Poems by Women
a dandelionnow and then interruptingthe butterfly’s dream
by admin | Jun 26, 2024 | Buddhist, Poems by Men
Something dropped! It is no other thing;Right and left, there is nothing earthy:Rivers and mountains and the great earth,–In them all revealed is the Body of the Dharmaraja.
by admin | Jun 22, 2024 | Buddhist, Poems by Men
Journey’s end–still alive,this autumn evening.
by admin | Jun 17, 2024 | Buddhist, Poems by Men
Mind is the base, phenomena are dust;Yet both are like a flaw in the mirror.When the flaw is brushed aside,The light begins to shine.When both mind and phenomena are forgotten,Then we become naturally genuine.
