rhdr
Dead leaves #2
Ordinary time
oznorCO
Floating on a sea of cells,
that’s how it starts.
Picking up time and
pointing at the empty sky,
that’s how it ends.
Let me disappear, and
sip tea under the Bodhi Tree
– a mind stood up.
It is love, indeed
hdrpl
Some pictures I took today and a poem I wrote earlier.
From an old life
of frantic running,
now each flower
smiles with me.
And today,
from silence – I filled the hours,
searching your face
and looking for my reflection.
That love which leads
to enlightenment,
flows on within you
and without you.
Endless time
In the morning,
in the evening
the current of ordinary life.
I no fixed thoughts,
either for or against it.
Birds sing,
the sky grows dark
– clear and transparent.
How many know the way?
Peace of mind
rbsh
A cold night in the city and a short poem I wrote one early morning.
The night so cold,
yet in darkness
the jade woman
smiles and comforts me.
Just when my longing
for your beauty,
leaves me sleepless.
A world beyond stillness
A jade whip,
smashing the silence.
A stone lotus,
hidden to the mind –
blossoms in the middle
of the night.
In these moments,
I see life as dew and dust.
When I leave this world,
on my way back – I’ll
look straight ahead
and see it, as it is.
A walking meditation
Walking to my class yesterday evening, I stopped and looked around.
With simplicity and plainness,
the rain falls and the fish
sing – but there’s no wind.
All the stars are put to death,
guarding the jade pass.
And the dust of my mind is washed
away, as truth reveals itself.
How calm the sky, towering
the void.
Curtains rippling
A short poet I wrote very early this morning, that started as a haiku… but then things changed.
October days,
a fence shadow.
How completely
you surround my bones.
Before letting go,
letting go.
Walking alone
A short reflective poem.
Do not forget the
dipping sun,
a noon doze
on a leafless branch.
Water cool against
my aching mind.
Understanding this way
A Wandering Poet 