Poem

[scrodulartum]

The rain has stopped, the clouds have drifted away
and the weather is clear again.
If your heart is pure, then all things in your world are pure.
Abandon this fleeting world - abandon yourself
Then the moon and flowers
will guide you on the way.

By the monk Ryokan, translated by John Stevens, quoted from memory.

[bodom]

A cold night - sitting alone in my empty room
Filled only with incense smoke.
Outside, a bamboo grove of a hundred trees;
On the bed several volumes of poetry.
The moon shines from the top of the window,
And the entire neighbourhood is still except for the cry of insects.
Looking at this scene, limitless emotion,
But not one word.

DaiguRyokan

[bodom]

At night, deep in the mountains I sit in zazen.
The affairs of men never reach here.
In the stillness I sit on a cushion across from the empty window.
The incense has been swallowed up by the endless night;
My robe has become a garment of white dew.
Unable to sleep, I walk into the garden;
Suddenly, above the highest peak, the round moon appears.

DaiguRyokan

[dhamma_spoon]

Hi, all -

Allow me to post my first poem on a wrong view of Anatta.

There is no he,
There is no who,
There is no you,
And there is no me !
That's too often heard.

There's no Buddha nor his Dharma,
There is no disciple who practices rightly,
The only thing that exists is the "Ultimate"!
But, because of that unfortunate thinking --
How could anyone "see" the Buddha's Teachings?

Truly,

Tep
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