our children, coming of age

In the great circle, dancing in

and out of time, you move now

toward your partners, answering

the music suddenly audible to you

that only carried you before

and will carry you again.

 

When you meet the destined ones

now dancing toward you,

out of your awareness for the time,

we whom you know, others we remember

whom you do not remember, others 

forgotten by us all.

 

When you meet, and hold love 

in your arms, regardless of all,

the unknown will dance away from you 

toward the horizon of light.

Our names will flutter

on these hills like little fires.

~ Wendell Berry

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letting barriers disolve

 

 

 

 

You must become brother and sister

to each and every thing,

so that they flow through you

dissolving every difference

between what belongs to you and others.

 

No star, no leaf shall fall -

you fall with them -

to rise again

in every new beginning.

 

 

 

 

 

~ Hermann Hesse

from The Season of the Soul

 

 

the way

 

 

 

 

 

 

Friend, this is the only way
to learn the secret way:

Ignore the paths of others,
even the saints' steep trails.

Don't follow.
Don't journey at all.

Rip the veil from your face.

 

 

 

 

 
~ Sachal Sarmast
English version by Ivan M. Granger

 

 

 

you'd like to stay

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Whatever happens,

those who have learned

to love on another

have made their way

to the lasting world

and will not leave,

what ever happens.

 

This is the time you'd like to stay

Not a leaf stirs. There is no sound.

The fireflies lift light from the ground.

You've shed the vanities of when

And how and why, for now. And then

The phone rings. You are called away.

 

 

 

 

 

~ Wendell Berry

from Given Poems

 

 

 

no one home

No one home

Fallen pine needles

scattered at the door.

~ Ryokan

from Sky Above, Great Wind

by Kazuaki Tanahashi

before listening

Before listening to the way, do not fail to wash your ears.
Otherwise it will be impossible to listen clearly.

What is washing your ears?

Do not hold on to your view.
If you cling to it even a little bit,
you will lose your way.

What is similar to you but wrong, you regard as right.

What is different from you but right, you regard as wrong.

You begin with ideas of right and wrong.
But the way is not so.

Seeking answers with closed ears is
like trying to touch the ocean bottom with a pole.

 

 

~ Ryokan

The past above, the future below

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"The past above, the future below
and the present pouring down..."
wrote Dr. Williams. Is that
correct? Or is the future above
and the past below?

The stream
that is departing from itself as
it was is above and is the past.
The stream that is coming to itself
as it will be is below and is
the future. Or:

The stream yet
to come is above and is the future.
The stream that has gone by
is below and is the past.

In its riddles in the world
in the mind in the world
the stream is the stream
beyond words, beginning nowhere
ending nowhere.

It falls as rain.
It flows in all its length. It enters
finally the sea. It rises into the air.
It falls as rain. To the watcher
on the shore, it comes and it
goes.

The immeasurable, untestable,
irrecoverable moment of its passing
is the present, always already
past before we can say that it is
present, that it was the future
flowing into the past or is
the past flowing into the future

or both at once into the present
that is ever-passing and eternal,
the instantaneous, abounding life.




~ Wendell Berry

I knew

Although from the beginning

I knew

the world is impermanent,

not a moment passes

when my sleeves are dry.

~ Ryokan

from Sky Above, Great Wind

more firmly to the grindstone

 

 

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I watch people in the world 

Throw away their lives lusting after things, 

Never able to satisfy their desires, 

Falling into deeper despair 

And torturing themselves. 

 

Even if they get what they want 

How long will they be able to enjoy it? 

For one heavenly pleasure 

They suffer ten torments of hell, 

 

Binding themselves more firmly to the grindstone. 

Such people are like monkeys 

Frantically grasping for the moon in the water 

And then falling into a whirlpool. 

 

How endlessly those caught up in the floating world suffer. 

Despite myself, I fret over them all night 

And cannot staunch my flow of tears.

 

 

 

~ Ryokan

 

 

Born as Eizō Yamamoto  in the village of Izumozaki Japan,

 his poetry is often very simple and inspired by nature.

 He loved children, and sometimes forgot to beg for food

 because he was playing with the children of the nearby village. 

He refused to accept any position as a priest or even as a poet.

untouched and untasted

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We usually do not look into what is really there in front of us. 
We see life through a screen of thoughts and concepts, and we mistake 
those mental objects for reality. 

We get so caught up 
in this endless thought-stream that reality flows by unnoticed. 
We spend our time engrossed in activity, caught up 
in an eternal flight from pain and unpleasantness. 

 
We spend our energies trying to make ourselves feel better,
 trying to bury our fears.

 We are endlessly seeking security. 

 
Meanwhile, the world of real experience flows by 
untouched and untasted.

~ Henepola Gunaratana, 
from Mindfulness In Plain English

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this only

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A valley and above it forests in autumn colors.

A voyager arrives, a map leads him there.

Or perhaps memory. Once long ago in the sun,

When snow first fell, riding this way

He felt joy, strong, without reason,

Joy of the eyes. Everything was the rhythm

Of shifting trees, of a bird in flight,

Of a train on the viaduct, a feast in motion.

He returns years later, has no demands.

He wants only one, most precious thing:

To see, purely and simply, without name,

Without expectations, fears, or hopes,

At the edge where there is no I or not-I.

~ Czeslaw Milosz

(The Collected Poems,

 1931-1987, trans. by Robert Hass)

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self-knowledge

 

 

 

And a man said, Speak to us of Self-Knowledge.

And he answered saying:

Your hearts know in silence the secrets of the days and the nights.

But your ears thirst for the sound of your heart’s knowledge.

You would know in words that which you have always known in thought.

You would touch with your fingers the naked body of your dreams.

And it is well you should.

The hidden well-spring of your soul must needs rise and run murmuring to the sea;

And the treasure of your infinite depths would be revealed to your eyes.

But let there be no scales to weigh your unknown treasure;

And seek not the depths of your knowledge with staff or sounding line.

For self is a sea boundless and measureless.

Say not, “I have found the truth,” but rather, “I have found a truth.”

Say not, “I have found the path of the soul.” Say rather, “I have met the soul walking upon my path.”

For the soul walks upon all paths.

The soul walks not upon a line, neither does it grow like a reed.

The soul unfolds itself, like a lotus of countless petals.

 

 

 

~ Kahlil Gibran

from The Prophet

art by Picasso

 

 

 

 

why scurry about looking for the truth?

Why scurry about looking for the truth? 

It vibrates in every thing and every not-thing, right off the tip of your nose. 

Can you be still and see it in the mountain? the pine tree? yourself? 

Don't imagine that you'll discover it by accumulating more knowledge. 

Knowledge creates doubt, and doubt makes you ravenous for more knowledge. 

You can't get full eating this way. 

The wise person dines on something more subtle: 

He eats the understanding that the named was born from the unnamed, 

that all being flows from non- being,

 that the describable world emanates from an indescribable source. 

He finds this subtle truth inside his own self, 

and becomes completely content. 

So who can be still and watch the chess game of the world?

 The foolish are always making impulsive moves,

 but the wise know that victory and defeat are decided by something more subtle.

 They see that something perfect exists before any move is made. 

This subtle perfection deteriorates when artificial actions are taken, 

so be content not to disturb the peace.

 Remain quiet. 

Discover the harmony in your own being. 

Embrace it. 

If you can do this, you will gain everything, 

and the world will become healthy again.

 If you can't, you will be lost in the shadows forever.



~  Lao Tzu

from Hua Hu Ching: The Unknown Teachings of Lao Tzu
by Brian Walker

 

truth

I maintain that Truth is a pathless land, 

and you cannot approach it by any path whatsoever, 

by any religion, by any sect. That is my point of view, and 

I adhere to that absolutely and unconditionally.

Truth, being limitless, unconditioned, unapproachable 

by any path whatsoever, cannot be organised; 

nor should any organisation be formed to lead or coerce people 

along any particular path.

If you first understand that, then you will see 

how impossible it is to organize a belief. A belief is purely an individual matter, 

and you cannot and must not organize it.

If you do, it becomes dead, crystallized; 

it becomes a creed, a sect, a religion, 

to be imposed on others.

~ J. Krishnamurti

art by zahra darvisharian

truth and partisanship

We are all convinced that we desire the truth above all. Nothing strange about this. 

It is natural to man, an intelligent being, to desire the truth.

 (I still dare to speak of man as 'an intelligent being'!')

 But actually, what we desire is not 'the truth' so much as 'to be in the right.'

 To seek the pure truth for its own sake may be natural to us, but we are not able to act

 always in this respect according to our nature. What we seek is not the pure truth,

 but the partial truth that justifies our prejudices, our limitations, our selfishness. 

This is not 'the truth.' It is only an argument strong enough to prove us 'right.'

 And usually our desire to be right is correlative to our conviction that 

somebody else (perhaps everybody else) is wrong.

Why do we want to prove them wrong? Because we need them to be wrong.

 For if they are wrong, and we are right, then our untruth becomes truth: 

our selfishness becomes justice and virtue: our cruelty and lust cannot be fairly condemned.

 We can rest secure in the fiction we have determined to embrace as 'truth.' 

What we desire is not the truth, but rather that our lie should be proved 'right,' 

and our iniquity be vindicated as 'just.' 

This is what we have done to pervert our natural, instinctive appetite for truth.

No wonder we hate. No wonder we are violent.

 No wonder we exhaust ourselves in preparing for war! 

And in doing so, of course, we offer the enemy another reason to believe that he is right, 

that he must arm, that he must get ready to destroy us. Our own lie provides the foundation

 of truth on which he erects his own lie, and the two lies together react to produce hatred, murder, disaster.

~ Thomas Merton

from Conjectures of a Guilty Bystander
art by Picasso

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