Zen Poems and Zen Photos: dick allen
Zen Master Drinking Song
One little, two little, three little Buddhas,
Four little, five little, six little Buddhas,
Seven little, eight little, nine little Buddhas, 35 more words
2 weeks, 5 days ago
“Don’t say there is a tea cup.
Don’t say there is not a tea cup.”
What can you say?
All morning, I spent… 13 more words
1 month, 2 weeks ago
Watching an old black and white movie
in which it’s raining
upon empty parking lots between tall buildings,
I think of James Cagney,
shoulders hunching up against the rain, 46 more words
2 months, 2 weeks ago
What is Real Truth
What is real truth?
Knowing how to hit the drum.
2 months, 3 weeks ago
Like the white butterfly
you came into my life
dancing about a wandering course gleefully,
occupying the senses totally.
Silently, the butterfly
and I am left smiling. 6 more words
4 months ago
“If you do not cut off the mind road,
then you are a ghost clinging to bushes and grasses,” 73 more words
6 months, 1 week ago
A flavor, a favor,
a drunken old Zen Master.
I put a koan in my bowl
and on the way I solved it. 30 more words
6 months, 2 weeks ago