Sunday, November 10, 2013, 12:27 PM [General]

    Blue sky, crows fly by-

    Brown leaves flutter to the ground-

    The wind blows gently.

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    diamonds in the dark

    Wednesday, September 25, 2013, 7:29 PM [General]

    White stars in black night-

    Fade into a gloaming dawn-

    Suddenly morning.

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    three birds

    Saturday, July 6, 2013, 10:10 AM [General]

    In the beauty of the blue sky morning,

    a streak of cloud, 

    golden orange on high,

    three birds soared away through the light, 

    A vision so beautiful it took my breath away, 

     leaving only beauty behind  in my mind.

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    original poem

    Friday, May 3, 2013, 10:51 AM [General]

    I think different people have different goals. Right now if I am successful I can laugh at my suffering self. I like to quiet my mind as Zen teaches to a clear calm pool of water. Opening my eyes letting in the light of day or night, everyday angst's like pebbles causing ripples float down as my mind identifies each and realizes, so that's what disappointment feels like.

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    The Flock

    Tuesday, September 18, 2012, 12:43 PM [General]

    The flock came to perch – then one sparrow flew away – all followed as one.

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    Tuesday, June 26, 2012, 10:40 AM [General]

    Feet washed by the stream-

    Looking at eternity-

    And begin to laugh-

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    Friday, June 15, 2012, 9:10 PM [General]

    I dreamed I was dying-

    She dissolved into darkness-

    I found myself awake


    I dreamed I was dying-

    as  last thoughts went through my mind-

    my beloved appeared then fading into darkness and I found myself awake.

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    Zen poems

    Thursday, March 15, 2012, 11:47 AM [General]

    Lazy by  Ryokan

    Too lazy to be ambitious,
    I let the world take care of itself.
    Ten days' worth of rice in my bag;
    a bundle of twigs by the fireplace.
    Why chatter about delusion and enlightenment?
    Listening to the night rain on my roof,
    I sit comfortably, with both legs stretched out

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    The Four Noble Truths

    Monday, December 5, 2011, 10:32 AM [General]

    The Noble Eightfold Path

    "And this, monks, is the noble truth of the way of practice leading to the cessation of dukkha: precisely this Noble Eightfold Path: right view, right resolve, right speech, right action, right livelihood, right effort, right mindfulness, right concentration."

    SN 56.11

    The definition

    "And this, monks, is the noble truth of the cessation of dukkha: the remainderless fading & cessation, renunciation, relinquishment, release, & letting go of that very craving."

    The definition

    "And this, monks is the noble truth of the origination of dukkha: the craving that makes for further becoming — accompanied by passion & delight, relishing now here & now there — i.e., craving for sensual pleasure, craving for becoming, craving for non-becoming."

    The definition

    "Now this, monks, is the Noble Truth of dukkha: Birth is dukkha, aging is dukkha, death is dukkha; sorrow, lamentation, pain, grief, & despair are dukkha; association with the unbeloved is dukkha; separation from the loved is dukkha; not getting what is wanted is dukkha. In short, the five clinging-aggregates are dukkha."

    SN 56.11


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    Thoreau Walden

    Tuesday, October 26, 2010, 10:55 AM [General]

    No man ever followed his genius till it misled him. Though the results were body weakness, yet perhaps no one can say that the consequences were to be regretted, for these were a life in conformity to higher principles. If the day and the night are such that you greet them with joy, and life emits a fragrance like flowers and sweet scented herbs, is more elastic, more starry, more immortal, -that is your success. All nature is your congratulation, and you have cause momentarily to bless yourself. The greatest gains and values are farthest from being appreciated. We easily come to doubt if they exist. We soon forget them. They are the highest reality...The true harvest of my daily life is somewhat intangible and indescribable as the tints of morning or evening. It is a little like stardust caught, a segment of the rainbow which I have clutched.

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