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176. I have no proof But another illusory Cherry blossom Has landed on my doorstep. 177. One pointed mind Pierces the darkness. Fragmnented mind Is lost in the light. 178. If you say "oblivion," "Oblivion" is something. If "oblivion" is something It cannot be "oblivion." 179. This old rockhead Sits while sitting, A real degenerate, Of a quiet nature. 180. One day at a time The path goes on And I follow In my own insane way. 181. In the falling rain All images blur. Let mind rain Blur your own barriers. 182. If I tune my mind The sound would be Broken strings. Quality insturment that. 183. Cold white snow, Much warmer than fire, Shows me another road To no place at all. 184. Emptiness Stands on the horizon. The crashing sea Thundering in my ears. 185. Clean, The empty slate of mind, Until we deface it With yesterdays thoughts. 186. The two sided coin Stands on end Telling me there is no gamble On the path I walk. 187. Day and night, Inbetween; Where have they gone, Or have they yet? 188. Melted mind What a stench! Even the carrion birds Won't touch it. 189. When the storehouse burned The smoke escaped. What happy chance Produced that miracle. 200. Dissipating clouds On the horizon Move me forward Without a thought. 201. No stars. Deep evening sigh. Moon watching. (3/5/01) ( written in hospital) 202. Night air dead. No gentle Spring breeze To escourt me. 203. O-bon lives here. Counting the souls. Far too many. 204. An old priest Still breathing; just so. Wind frogs, ah! 205. Sunset of mind Beautiful horizon. Nothing matters. 206. So what I am, What is that then? Auntumnal blossoms. 207. How about that Old bush warbler? Dew on leaves. 208. I sleep well When allowed time. Go away white frogs. 209. My mere presence Spoils the mountain view. I am not natural As the rocks. 210. Cloud warrens Nestling sunlight, Bodhisattvas. 211. Dharma river, Sunrise to sunset, sunset to sunrise. Earth, sky, sea. "GATHA" 212. Today is a good day. The buddha within each of us is smiling. Open the gates And let self exit. 213. Trees without birds. Lakes filled with clouds. Taking my breath away. 215. This ground is fresh For planting unripe students. Spring rains. Then Autumn's harvest. 216. Sleep clouded eyes On this Spring evening. What outcome? 217. Serene and free The winds of youth. How unseemly at my age To feel them again. 218. My mind works thusly. ----------------o--------------- Nowhere to go. Nowhere to hide. 219. When the monkey Digs under the peak Mt. Sumeru falls on him. Why do you have dirt on your robes? 220. Cloud robe, What have you to say About my nature? "Always up ahead." 221. Night dark clouds Blissfully ignorant go Chasing the moon. 222. Old butterfly Wings stretched thin. Time has come. "DOKYO CHOZEN'S DAILY GATHA" Touch Buddha. See Buddha. Hear Buddha. Smell Buddha. Speak Buddha. Sleep Buddha. Wake Buddha. Die Buddha. Live Buddha. 223. Evening stillness Clings to my robes. Moon whispers. 224. Not yet I say. Purple clouds vanish, ai! Temple bells singing. 225. Young white tea flowers Blinding in the moonlight. I bet you will taste good Tommorow. I hope these will serve to calm minds after the last few weeks events. A large gassho and deeply felt metta; T.S., Nita, and the 11 hairy ones |
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