The journey of a 1000 miles begins with a single step

Poetry

How the light gets in

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Tao & Zen


The moon illuminates a thousand peaks with the brilliance of daylight

The moon illuminates
a thousand peaks with
the brilliance of daylight.
The sound of the bell
falls on my pillow
of old friend’s poems.
In my thin monk’s robes,
unafraid of the frost’s
bitter cold harshness,
I rise, and roll up
the thin window blinds,
and I sit alone in the
depths of the night.


Tesshu Tokusai (1366)

With thanks to Dakotah Sky Walker


Look deeper

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You stop to point at the moon in the sky,

but the finger’s blind unless the moon is shining.

One moon, one careless finger pointing –
are these two things or one?

The question is a pointer guiding
a novice from ignorance thick as fog.

Look deeper. The mystery calls and calls:
No moon, no finger – nothing there at all.

– Ryokan

from the book “The Poetry of Zen”


Delight

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Delight

Sacchariferous droplets Enchant
Luscious Frondescence Transfixed
My tempest now harmonious
As sunlight breaks through Velvety clouds
Embrace blossoms Delight
Entwined
Divine
One salty tear

Written by~ Elaine Byrne


When I rise up

“When I rise up let me rise up joyful like a bird. When I fall let me fall without regret like a leaf.”
– Wendell Berry

The magic world

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Tao & Zen


There is a hole in my sidewalk

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Chapter 1

I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.
I am lost… I am helpless.
It isn’t my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.

Chapter 2

I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend that I don’t see it.
I fall in again.
I can’t believe I am in this same place.
But, it isn’t my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.

Chapter 3

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I still fall in … it’s a habit … but, my eyes are open.
I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.

Chapter 4

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.

Chapter 5

I walk down another street.

Source: THERE’S A HOLE IN MY SIDEWALK ~a poem by Portia Nelson


If you don’t mind my bare hospitality, please keep wandering in

A stick of incense stands by my pillow. When the lantern dims, I pour some oil. I add more clothes as the night deepens. If you don’t mind my bare hospitality, please keep wandering in.

~ Ryokan


So the darkness shall be the light

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So the darkness
shall be the light ,
and the stillness the dancing.
– T. S. Eliot

Stream of life

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The same stream of life that runs
through my veins night and day
runs through the world and
dances in rhythmic measures.

It is the same life that shoots in joy
through the dust of the earth
in numberless blades of grass
and breaks into tumultuous waves
of leaves and flowers.
It is the same life that is rocked
in the ocean-cradle of birth
and of death, in ebb and in flow.I feel my limbs are made glorious
by the touch of this world of life.
And my pride is from the life-throb of ages
dancing in my blood this moment.~ Rabindranath Tagore ~