the 15th, buddhist carnival time. it’s april, poetry month, so i’ll post only poems and poetry-related articles.
from last month’s montreal zen poetry festival
i longed to visit the eastern cliff
countless years until today
i finally grabbed a vine and climbed
but halfway there met mist and wind
the trail was too narrow for clothes
the moss too slick for shoes
i stopped beneath this cinnamon tree
and slept with a cloud for a pillow
— han shan (translated by red pine)
if you have time …
from danny fisher’s blog
if you have time to chatter
if you have time to read
walk into mountain, desert and ocean
if you have time to walk
sing songs and dance
if you have time to dance
sit quietly, you happy lucky idiot
— nanao sakai
the role of poetry in zen and meditation
zen mirror has an interview with zen master sÅngsan about the role poetry plays in meditation practice as well as in teaching and conveying zen mind to the western world.
dc: thank you very much for all your wonderful gifts! that’s a very good answer. i was wondering about when you compose a poem, do you actually reflect on the situation and then write using “beautiful language?”
zmss: no. only whatever situation comes up or appears, then i will compose a poem. not so much checking situations, and not so much making something.
go here for the restof the interview.
buddhism.about.com posted a nice piece about haiku, with a few good examples, for instance
from the nostril
of the great buddha
comes a swallow
and while we’re on the topic of haiku, i found this treasure of haiku related info – for example a whole section on the “season words” that are an important part of traditional haiku, or a whole section on the moon in haiku, this one, for example
calligraphy of geese
against the sky —
the moon seals it.
(not directly buddhist perhaps, but i just had to tell you about this great find!)
breaking haiku rules
on dragoncave, some musings on haiku rules. here is a haiku by issa, one of his best-known buddhist pieces:
this world of dew
is just a world of dew”
and yet . . . oh and yet . . .
inmensity taps at your life
poetry chaikhana is a blog about spiritual poetry from all over the world. here is a poem by jane hirshfield, who is described as a secular or eclectic buddhist
it is foolish
to let a young redwood
grow next to a house.
even in this
you will have to choose.
that great calm being,
this clutter of soup pots and books –
already the first branch-tips brush at the window.
softly, calmly, immensity taps at your life.
i noticed …
and finally, allan ginsberg’s beautiful poem on the cremation of chÃ¶gyam trungpa
i noticed the grass, i noticed the hills, i noticed the highways,
i noticed the dirt road; i noticed the car rows in the parking lot
i noticed the ticket takers, noticed the cash and the checks and credit cards,
i noticed the buses, noticed mourners, i noticed their children in red dresses,
i noticed the entrance sign, noticed retreat houses, noticed blue and yellow flags
noticed the devotees, their trucks and buses, guards in khaki uniforms,
i noticed the crowds, noticed misty skies, noticed the all -pervading smiles and empty eyes –
i noticed the pillows, coloured red and yellow, square pillows round and round –
i noticed the tori gate, passers-through bowing, a parade of men & women in formal dress –
noticed the procession, noticed the bagpipe, drums, horns, noticed high silk head crowns and saffron robes, noticed the three piece suits,
i noticed the palanquin, an umbrella, the stupa painted with jewels the colours of the four directions –
amber for generosity, green for karmic works, i noticed the white for buddha, red for the heart –
thirteen worlds on the stupa hat, noticed the bell handle and umbrella, the empty head of the white cement bell – noticed the corpse to be set in the head of the bell –
noticed the monks chanting, horn plaint in our ears, smoke rising from astep the firebrick empty bells –
noticed the crowds quiet, noticed the chilean poet, noticed a rainbow,
i noticed the guru was dead —
go here for the rest.
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the calligraphy here spells “chaos” and was done by ~C4Chaos