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For Sharing Poetry by ZFI Members

Postby Gregory Wonderwheel on Fri May 20, 2011 10:29 pm

[I'm starting this topic for sharing poems that we have written ourselves. To share favorite poems by others go here. ]

The Marvelous Moon
~ by Gregory Wonderwheel

Standing here, it’s raining everywhere.
From this perspective it looks like the moon is hiding.
When I stand on the dark side of the moon,
it looks like the whole world is hiding.

Even though the moon is obscured by clouds,
By the power of moment by moment remembrance,
Every drop of rain brilliantly reflects the moon.
Homage to the marvelous moon of awakening
Why you do not understand is because the three carts were provisional for former times, and because the One Vehicle is true for the present time. ~ Zen Master 6th Ancestor Huineng
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Re: For Sharing Poetry by ZFI Members

Postby Possum on Sun May 22, 2011 1:55 pm




Wyatt Earp! Wyatt Earp!
Brave, courageous, and bold!
Adjectives fair
And adjectives rare
Redundance won't tarnish their gold

Nuances three
And nuances we
Admit are not easily told

Subtle the shift
And subtle the drift
Yet diff'rent, our Websters uphold

Each word applies
And each word complies
With each distinct lexical mold

Three words unique
And three words to speak
Successively, said experts polled

First we liked "dare"
And then we liked "flair"
But never were we really sold

Till we found these
And till we found ease
In our tongues as oe'r them they rolled

Sing them out loud
And sing them out proud
And doubtless you'll never grow old

Wyatt Earp! Wyatt Earp!
Brave, courageous, and bold!
Long may he ride
And long may he hide
If ever his luck should go cold
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Re: For Sharing Poetry by ZFI Members

Postby another_being on Mon Jun 06, 2011 6:40 pm

Poem for Zen Master Seung Sahn


so clear
so direct
just so
"Some people think they are enlightened, some people think they are not enlightened." -- Denko
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Re: For Sharing Poetry by ZFI Members

Postby another_being on Wed Jun 15, 2011 7:50 pm

Morning Poem
(dedicated to Zen Master Seung Sahn, 09/2010)

Even Gods are subject to
beliefs, culture
and local flavor

Man made God
in his own image
and vice versa

Absolute Truth
gives birth
to God

Man conceives
"Some people think they are enlightened, some people think they are not enlightened." -- Denko
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Re: For Sharing Poetry by ZFI Members

Postby another_being on Wed Jun 15, 2011 7:51 pm

clear days
cloudy days
clouds come
clouds go
sun shines
moon shines
cloudy or clear

(10/2010)
"Some people think they are enlightened, some people think they are not enlightened." -- Denko
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Re: For Sharing Poetry by ZFI Members

Postby another_being on Wed Jun 15, 2011 7:54 pm

Truth sees truth
Truth hears truth
Truth speaks truth
Nothing to attain; just give
Relinquish

(5/2011)
"Some people think they are enlightened, some people think they are not enlightened." -- Denko
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Re: For Sharing Poetry by ZFI Members

Postby Kojip on Thu Jun 16, 2011 1:14 am

This suffering consumes me,

until I am gone,

and it remains alone.



Fused to the world

yet free of it.

A million tons

yet weightless.





(hold the tomatus, poetin aint my strong suit.)
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Re: For Sharing Poetry by ZFI Members

Postby another_being on Sun Jun 19, 2011 1:18 pm

The wind blows
two side-by-side trees
The maple has long branches
that move wildly in the breeze
The pine has short branches
close to the trunk that move little
The maple has waxy leaves
that reflect more light
The pine has foliage that absorbs light
Both trees respond according to their nature
The wind blows indiscriminately
eventually calming
"Some people think they are enlightened, some people think they are not enlightened." -- Denko
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Re: For Sharing Poetry by ZFI Members

Postby Michaeljc on Sun Jun 19, 2011 4:20 pm

A Pair of Sandals

A pair of sandals. old black pants
And leather coat – I must go, my friends,
Into the dark, the cold, the first beginning
Where the ribs of the ancestor are the rafters
Of a meeting house – windows broken
And the floor white with bird dung – in there
The ghosts gather who will instruct me
And when the river fog rises
Te ra rite tonu te Atua –
The sun who is like the Lord
Will warm my bones, and his arrows
Will pierce to the centre of the shapeless clay of the mind.

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Re: For Sharing Poetry by ZFI Members

Postby Michaeljc on Sun Jun 19, 2011 5:23 pm

Rusted springs
on busted things
Upside down
wrong way round
- along the road to Pakuka
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Re: For Sharing Poetry by ZFI Members

Postby Ted Biringer on Mon Jun 20, 2011 11:26 am

Six short poems
(originally published in The Flatbed Sutra of Louie Wing 2009)


Even no-awakening does not exist

Already awakening is conveyed.
When it is realized it is no-awakening.
Each of you must experience it directly.
In true awakening even no-awakening does not exist.

Like a dream person

I arise from the void,
Like a dream person.
A dream person arises from me,
Like a void person.

Not one, not many

When you awaken to your own true mind,
Nothing is concealed or revealed.
Awakened or deluded, you are as you are,
Not one, not many.

Look, listen, smell, taste, touch, feel, think!

The unnamable void is your own awareness,
Your own awareness is the unnamable void.
Never apart from right here, right now,
Look, listen, smell, taste, touch, feel, think!

Up in the sky you cannot hear Mozart

Lift up the sky and look underneath.
A ball on a stream, bobbing and rolling,
Who would not enjoy reading Mark Twain?
Up in the sky you cannot hear Mozart.

All is the unnamable void of your own mind

When self and other are forgotten,
What is there to grasp for, what is there to fear?
When you realize your identity,
All is the unnamable void of your own mind.


....

Peace,
Ted
Do not misunderstand Buddhism by believing the erroneous principle ‘a special tradition outside the scriptures.’ Zen Master Dogen, Shobogenzo, Bukkyo (trans. Hee-Jin Kim)
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Re: For Sharing Poetry by ZFI Members

Postby PeterB on Mon Jun 20, 2011 1:29 pm

I suspect that many Americans will be familiar with this, but it is a particular favourite...


nobody loses all the time.

i had an Uncle called Sol
who was a born failure and
nearly everyone said he should have gone
into vaudeville perhaps because my Uncle Sol could
sing McCann He Was A Driver on xmas eve like Hell Itself which
may or may not account for the fact that my Uncle
Sol indulged in that possibly most inexcusable
of all to use a highfalootin phrase
luxuries that is or
to wit farming and
it must be needlessly added
my Uncle Sol's farm failed because the chickens
ate the vegetables so
my Uncle Sol had a chicken farm until
the skunks ate the chickens when
my Uncle Sol had a skunk farm but
the skunks caught cold and
died and
my uncle imitated the skunks in a subtle manner
by drowning himself in the waterbutt
but someone who had given my Uncle Sol a victor
victorola while he lived presented to
him on the auspicious occasion of his demise
a sumptious not to mention
splendid funeral with
tall boys in black gloves and flowers and everything and
I remember we all cried like the missouri
when my Uncle Sol's coffin lurched because
someone pressed a button
( and down went
my Uncle Sol and started a worm farm )


e.e.cummings

( punctuation his )
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Re: For Sharing Poetry by ZFI Members

Postby ed blanco on Tue Jun 21, 2011 1:48 pm

FOR BEAUTY IS NOTHING

BUT THE BEGINNING OF TERROR, WHICH WE STILL ARE JUST ABLE TO ENDURE,

AND WE ARE SO AWED BECAUSE IT SERENELY DISDAINS

TO ANNIHILATE US.

"The First Elegy" by R M Rilke.

:O:
IT SPEAKS IN SILENCE
IN SPEECH YOU HEAR ITS SILENCE

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Re: For Sharing Poetry by ZFI Members

Postby another_being on Sat Jun 25, 2011 5:23 pm

Whatever happened
To that white-bearded homeless man
Who asked for the shirt off my back
Who then asked for a hug
Receiving both without hesitation
He's right here again
Just now
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Re: For Sharing Poetry by ZFI Members

Postby Michaeljc on Mon Jun 27, 2011 11:37 am

Exhausted shearer swills his beer
Bushman stirs his stew

Children in bed, Mother reclines
a moment to stare at coals

Banker rips off his designer shirt
Fisherman homeward steams

Sweet moments
of blessed ignorance
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Re: For Sharing Poetry by ZFI Members

Postby Yesbut on Mon Jun 27, 2011 3:18 pm

I thought I’d meet the invitation with one freshly formed today.

Jane Doe

- by Yesbut

She turns coloured blocks, fitting
them into plastic shapes, forgets
nothing beside Greenhead Park, strobed
between the flaked railings, holds
hands at night, slotting bent pages
lightly on her rumpled dress. There
she follows magnanimous certitude
unfolding plumes of new decline
for the resilient sun... Long gone,
arching her great spine - majestic,
heeled - about eons of beach-sand,
or timing the cracked shells of space
delicately with blots of Elderberry,
(for a delta of ants are all eyes
that pick their locks, crochet nacre
in moonlit, budding molluscs) she voids
lost thoughts, sudden, which state:
I was not born, couldn’t have died,
nor sucked my thumb on the inside.

Alone, completely alone, awoke
endlessly, vast as a cloaked wish.
Of something real slipping the grain.
But again, like raw amber, her ticking
tock, tocking tick is a twinkle;
its seamless stop, little to miss.
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Re: For Sharing Poetry by ZFI Members

Postby Michaeljc on Mon Jun 27, 2011 3:49 pm

ordinary
to distained
to extra ordinary
to extraordinary
- simpler yet, simpler yet
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Re: For Sharing Poetry by ZFI Members

Postby Kojip on Mon Jun 27, 2011 4:29 pm

The more present I am,

the more absent I am.

Perfect presence,

perfect absence.


This is radiant peace.
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Re: For Sharing Poetry by ZFI Members

Postby Rickpa on Tue Jun 28, 2011 2:15 pm

Bodhiclast from 2002

Triple Gem Tabloid
Put me to wise
Of Rinpoche now man
Cut down to size

His penchant for snagging
The female neurotics
To circumambulate
His manly hydraulics

They're not to chortle
But remain in a stupor
Keep your mouth shut
Be a good trooper

But a woman who's scorned
Now that's something to fear
And two screamed it out
And someone did hear

So millions were paid
And their mouths were all shut
But the word is now out
We know he's a slut.

This ain't something new
It's a very old story
The icons are smashed
Or faded in glory

The Rev is a wanker
The Roshi smokes dope
His Holiness cruises
For chicks with the Pope

Your innocence is lost
Overwhelmed by the fact
That Mother Theresa
Was found on her back

So I ask the big question
What's going on here
I'll ask lama Bud
He's the tulku of beer

He's the dorje of chang
With a yab, and a yum
He is one tantric
Son-Of-A-Gun

He took a big swig
Then belched 20 times
Then started mumbling
About the nature of mind

Then it just hit me
Yeah man I got it!
But I coudn't say it
So instead I just farted
"If inflicting harm on others is the nature of the foolish, then my anger toward them is as inappropriate as it would be toward fire, which has the nature of burning." - Shantideva/Bodhicharyavatara 6:39
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Re: For Sharing Poetry by ZFI Members

Postby ed blanco on Tue Jun 28, 2011 6:00 pm

Kojip wrote:This suffering consumes me,

until I am gone,

and it remains alone.



Fused to the world

yet free of it.

A million tons

yet weightless.





(hold the tomatus, poetin aint my strong suit.)



Me Like, Kojip, me like...relate
IT SPEAKS IN SILENCE
IN SPEECH YOU HEAR ITS SILENCE

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