The wind is still, but blossoms fall,
Birds sing in the quiet of the mountain.
This is Kannon’s wondrous wisdom:
Ah!
Archive for September, 2008
Ryokan
Posted in Aha This! on September 27, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Gako
Posted in Aha This! on September 27, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
My heart is like the autumn moon
Pure and unsullied
On the blue green pool
No this comparison is not right,
How in the world can I explain it?
Confucius
Posted in Aha This! on September 14, 2008 | 1 Comment »
Shall I tell you what it is to know?
To say you know when you know,
And to say you do not, when you do not,
That is knowledge.
Ryokan
Posted in Aha This!, Musings on September 14, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Humans born into this floating world
Quickly become like the roadside dust:
At dawn small children,
By sunset already grown white-haired,
Without inner understanding,
They struggle without cease.
I ask the children of the universe:
For what reason do you pass this way?
Han Shan
Posted in Aha This!, Musings on September 14, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
The everyday way is fine for me.
Like vines wrapped in mist along rocky ravines,
I am free in a vast wilderness,
Drifting, drifting with my friends, the white clouds.
There is a path, but it does not lead
To the world of men;
Mindless, there is nothing to arouse my thoughts.
Alone at night, I sit on a bed of stone,
While [...]
Avatamsaka Sutra
Posted in Aha This! on September 14, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
As mind is, so is the Buddha;
As the Buddha is, so are living beings.
One should know that the Buddha’s and mind’s
Essential nature is boundless.
Avatamsaka Sutra
Posted in Aha This! on September 12, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Living beings falsely discriminate,
That is the Buddha, this is the world.
For the one who comprehends the Dharma-nature,
There is neither Buddha nor world.
Jog
Posted in Roots and Wings on September 9, 2008 | 1 Comment »
Ryokan
Posted in Aha This!, Life's Like That on September 3, 2008 | 1 Comment »
Finishing a day of begging,
I return home through the green mountains.
The setting sun is hidden behind the western cliffs
And the moon shines weakly on the stream below.
I stop by a rock and wash my feet.
Lighting some incense, I sit peacefully in zazen.
Again a one-man brotherhood of monks;
Ah…how quickly the stream of time sweeps by.