Zen Poems and Zen Photos: dick allen
Zen Master, Trying to Observe Again
This winter, the Zen Master said,
the snow was the most ivory
I’ve ever seen it,
lying on the stone walls of New England— 68 more words
3 days, 9 hours ago
“Ha, ha, ha, you and me”
“Ha, ha, ha, you and me,
Little brown jug, don’t I love thee,”
sang the Zen Master,
climbing Cold Mountain. 55 more words
1 week, 2 days ago
Whispering winds wind into our heart,
pressing ever gently into tomorrow, where
so much dirt
can become a pile of goodness.
Remember the ant, and… 14 more words
1 week, 4 days ago
Expect the sun to rise, and it will not.
Ignore it, and it comes to you willingly,
crying sun drops, wanting cloudlings to
hide its loneliness. 27 more words
3 weeks ago
THE FLIPPANT ZEN MASTER
“The Pastoral,” blurted
the Zen Master’s student,
Our reality is Information
moving at the speed of light.”
“Oh, go clip your toenails,” 11 more words
3 weeks, 2 days ago
Arrow of emptiness
Along the path to the mountain temple,
stone images of Buddha.
Seed cradles swing in the wind,
waiting for their turn
at flight and happenstance.
Like the leaf,
like the bird,
like my heart.
4 weeks ago