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andyrobyn
07 Mar 10, 23:38
The Human Cloning discussion lead me to think about a poem..

The Hand - Jane Hirshfield

A hand is not four fingers and a thumb.
Nor is it palm and knuckles,
not ligaments or the fat's yellow pillow,
not tendons, star of the wristbone, meander of veins.
A hand is not the thick thatch of its lines
with their infinite dramas,
nor what it has written,
not on the page,
not on the ecstatic body.
Nor is the hand its meadows of holding, of shaping--
not sponge of rising yeast-bread,
not rotor pin's smoothness,
not ink.
The maple's green hands do not cup
the proliferant rain.
What empties itself falls into the place that is open.
A hand turned upward holds only a single, transparent question.
Unanswerable, humming like bees, it rises, swarms, departs.


Link to a site of poetry .... URL (http://www.poetry-chaikhana.com/Traditions/Buddhist.htm)

Esho
08 Mar 10, 00:00
I love poetry too...

Beautifull poem...

Thanks for the moment Andy,

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andyrobyn
08 Mar 10, 02:46
To meditate does not mean to fight with a problem.
To meditate means to observe.
Your smile proves it.
It proves that you are being gentle with yourself,
that the sun of awareness is shining in you,
that you have control of your situation.
You are yourself,
and you have acquired some peace.


Thich Nhat Hahn

andyrobyn
08 Mar 10, 07:48
...... Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.

Let it be, let it be.
There will be an answer, let it be.
Let it be, let it be,
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.


The Beatles

Aloka
08 Mar 10, 11:27
<u>Bazonka</u> by Spike Milligan

Say Bazonka every day
That's what my grandma used to say
It keeps at bay the Asian Flu
And both your elbows free from glue.
So say Bazonka every day
(That's what my grandma used to say)

Don't say it if your socks are dry!
Or when the sun is in your eye!
Never say it in the dark
(The word you see emits a spark)
Only say it in the day
(That's what my grandma used to say)

Young Tiny Tim took her advice
He said it once, he said it twice
he said it till the day he died
And even after that he tried
To say Bazonka! every day
Just like my grandma used to say.

Now folks around declare it's true
That every night at half past two
If you'll stand upon your head
And shout Bazonka! from your bed
You'll hear the word as clear as day
Just like my grandma used to say!

halfcajun
08 Mar 10, 14:20
Here's one tHat's appropriate for this forum...

Tell the truth but tell it slant,
Success in circuit lies;
Too bright for mind's infirm intent,
Is truth's sublime surmise.
Like lightning to the children eased,
Through revelation kind;
The truth must dazzle gradually,
Or every man be blind.

-Emily Dickinson

Kevin
10 Mar 10, 19:58
Fortunate Birth (Sakyong Mipham Rinpoche)

URL (http://www.poetry-chaikhana.com/M/MiphamRinpoc/FortunateBir.htm)

Deshy
13 Mar 10, 13:54
These poems are great. I am also into poetry

Aloka
13 Mar 10, 14:21
Heaven

by Dzogchen Ponlop Rinpoche



So blue is the ocean,
Infinite is the mind.
So bright are the heavens,
Luminous is the mind.

Expanse of heaven
Meets with deep blue ocean.
Union at horizon
Takes me beyond breath.

Heaven is bullshit.
And hell the religion of fear.
Man needs no God
Freedom is innate.


(Composed July 13, 1997, Canada).

Esho
13 Mar 10, 16:06
I have been trying to get english translations of my favourite poet; Amado Nervo. He is from Chile, a southamerican country and he has some sort of Buddhist instinct in his poetry. I recomend him very much:

I will write the poem in spanish and then I will try to tanslate it into english knowing that english is the official lenguage of this site:

It is the sonet XVII of his poem entitled "Serenity".

Serena tu espiritu, vive
tu vida en paz
Si solo eres sombra que traga
la eternidad
¿porque te torturas
porque sufrir y llorar?

Que fuiste infeliz una hora...
Pues búscala...
¿En donde se encuentra esa hora?
Pasó... no más!
Tu pobre vivir, malo, bueno,
cayendo va
en un pozo oscuro... Las dichas
que más te dan,
si apenas adviertes un goce
ya muerto esta.

¡Serena tu espíritu, vive
tu vida en paz!

Amado Nervo

Now I will try for you some kind of english translation.

"Clarify the spirit
and live your life at rest
If you are only the shadow
that swallows eternality,
why the torture,
why the suffer and the cry?

If unhappiness has been for an hour once,
go and find it...
where the hour is now?
It's gone... it has no chance
Your woeful life... good, bad
falling had
in the darkness of the bottomless pit... Happiness
how much they endure,
when an enjoyment is grassped,
it is dead soon at last...

Serene your spirit...
and life your existence in pace!

Amado Nervo

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frank
23 Mar 10, 11:27
On anicca;
All Things Will Die
Alfred, Lord Tennyson

All Things will Die

Clearly the blue river chimes in its flowing
Under my eye;
Warmly and broadly the south winds are blowing
Over the sky.
One after another the white clouds are fleeting;
Every heart this May morning in joyance is beating
Full merrily;
Yet all things must die.
The stream will cease to flow;
The wind will cease to blow;
The clouds will cease to fleet;
The heart will cease to beat;
For all things must die.
All things must die.
Spring will come never more.
O, vanity!
Death waits at the door.
See! our friends are all forsaking
The wine and the merrymaking.
We are call'd-we must go.
Laid low, very low,
In the dark we must lie.
The merry glees are still;
The voice of the bird
Shall no more be heard,
Nor the wind on the hill.
O, misery!
Hark! death is calling
While I speak to ye,
The jaw is falling,
The red cheek paling,
The strong limbs failing;
Ice with the warm blood mixing;
The eyeballs fixing.
Nine times goes the passing bell:
Ye merry souls, farewell.
The old earth
Had a birth,
As all men know,
Long ago.
And the old earth must die.
So let the warm winds range,
And the blue wave beat the shore;
For even and morn
Ye will never see
Thro' eternity.
All things were born.
Ye will come never more,
For all things must die.

Esho
23 Mar 10, 14:15
from post #11

Beautifull frank dear,

Thanks

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thundreams
15 May 10, 20:09
I thought this poem sounded very Buddhist so I thought to post it. Unknown arthor.




Some thoughts to paper
old ideas
I did not write
the radiant ones

My mind was occupied
with prior times
And current issues
that were not mine

I cling to issues
created for
An empty world
with though no more

Flowers bloom
in fields green
With fragrant odors
there not seen

The pain of life
oh, benificant beings
Resound with images
of afflicted clinging

Woe is the man
who sees not the truth
Who wanders in time
born to be born

Hollowed eyes
and empty bodies
Imperfect collection of mind
illusion granted to lesser self

And I watched
this tail unfold
Let all escape
this created flaw

This empty mandela
of life
Let illusions taste
be bitter still

Ride the winds
of time
To achieve the gift
the gift of sufferings end



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sukitlek
16 May 10, 14:53
Say emptiness cling emptiness.
Say purity cling purity.
The original no cling.
Don't Say, that is know.

Su Prom-chaey-teera.

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sukitlek
16 May 10, 14:55
from post #3

Thank you very much, andyrobyn.
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Esho
17 May 10, 00:53
Sixty-six times
these eyes have seen
Autumn Beauty ...

Do not ask for more.
Stick to hear the sound of the pines
when the wind is calm

Ryon (a buddhist nun)

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Pink_trike
18 May 10, 04:18
Charles Bukowski - Bluebird


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Blythspirit
20 May 10, 05:30
There's a place to go
All life should know
Somewhere inside, somewhere inside

Can you hear the call
Its what keeps the score
Somewhere inside,somewhere inside

We're all gonna die on the outside.

Pink_trike
20 May 10, 06:15
Zen monk Sunao's jisei (death poem) - died 1926:

Spitting blood
clears up reality
and dream alike.

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Zen monk Senryu's jisei - died 1827

Like dew drops
on a lotus leaf
I vanish.

Subhashini
20 May 10, 13:40
I'm Nobody! Who are you? (260)
by Emily Dickinson

I'm Nobody! Who are you?
Are you – Nobody – too?
Then there's a pair of us?
Don't tell! they'd advertise – you know!

How dreary – to be – Somebody!
How public – like a Frog –
To tell one's name – the livelong June –
To an admiring Bog!

Aloka
20 May 10, 13:48
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Wonderful to have you here again!: http://www.buddhismwithoutboundaries.com/images/smilies/hug.gif

Subhashini
20 May 10, 13:52
No man is an island

No man is an island entire of itself; every man
is a piece of the continent, a part of the main;
if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe
is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as
well as any manner of thy friends or of thine
own were; any man's death diminishes me,
because I am involved in mankind.
And therefore never send to know for whom
the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.

John Donne

Subhashini
20 May 10, 13:53
It is indeed good to be back http://www.buddhismwithoutboundaries.com/images/smilies/grin.gif

Subhashini
20 May 10, 13:56
It is good to have an end to journey toward; but it is the journey that matters, in the end.
- Ursula K. Le Guin.