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
1 week, 3 days ago
Zen Poems and Zen Photos: dick allen
“If you do not cut off the mind road,
then you are a ghost clinging to bushes and grasses,” 73 more words
2 months, 2 weeks 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
2 months, 3 weeks ago
People throw all manner of clean and unclean things
into rivers like the Connecticut River,
yet the water is neither troubled nor repelled nor disgusted. 162 more words
3 months, 3 weeks ago
“I’ve ridden all three vehicles,”
reminisced the Zen Master.
“My bicycle ride was very slow,
bumpy and sweaty. 33 more words
4 months ago
Why do so many Indian words
sound, in English, like breakfast cereals?
Samsaras—existence to existence,
the breakfast of champions. 52 more words
4 months, 1 week ago
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