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    Zen poems

    “Harvest moon:
    around the pond I wander
    and the night is gone.”

    ― Matsuo Basho

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    With this and that
    I tried to keep the bucket together,
    and then the bottom fell out.
    Where water does not collect,
    the moon does not dwell.

    -Adachi Chiyono (1223-1298)

    There's another version of this at https://orderengagedbuddhists.com/20...of-the-bucket/ which says this about the poem, "So we need to allow our bucket to break open, to allow our minds to simply let go of the ideas we are holding onto. We hold onto our ideas so tightly that we are blinded to anything else except our fabricated views of reality. Take a deep breath, calm down. Allow life to be what it is rather than what we want it to be." Perhaps like the previous poem?

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    My own poem, Zen style:

    Spring pond
    Narcissus nods to the moon
    In such a breeze

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    All along this road
    not a single soul—only
    autumn evening

    Basho

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    Lost in the woods
    Only the sound of a leaf
    Falling on my hat

    -Tagami Kikusha

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    On Non-Dependence of Mind

    Coming, going, the waterbirds
    don’t leave a trace,
    don’t follow a path.

    Dogen

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    Cold cliffs, more beautiful the deeper you enter—
    Yet no one travels this road.
    White clouds idle about the tall crags;
    On the green peak a single monkey wails.
    What other companions do I need?
    I grow old doing as I please.
    Though face and form alter with the years,
    I hold fast to the pearl of the mind.

    - Hanshan
    Tr. Burton

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    Trailing on the wind,
    The smoke from Mount Fuji Melts into the sky.
    So too my thoughts—
    Unknown their resting place.

    -Saigyo

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    Winds Of Autumn

    Even in a person
    most times indifferent
    to things around him
    they waken feelings
    the first winds of autumn

    -Saigyo

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    A poem for this time of year, although not sure about the born again bit.

    A telling analogy for life and death:
    Compare the two of them to water and ice.
    Water draws together to become ice,
    And ice disperses again to become water.
    Whatever has died is sure to be born again;
    Whatever is born comes round again to dying.
    As ice and water do one another no harm,
    So life and death, the two of them, are fine.

    Hanshan

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