Zen Poetry

I’ve recently begun writing Zen poetry. I’m not particularly interested in publishing these, and not sure any publisher would take them, but I
thought ATS would be a good place to share some of them since I know several members are interested in the subject of realization. So I will post
some, and maybe post some more later. They are all short, honest, and were written spontaneously without a lot of revision.


SINGLE MIND

The mind meets itself
bewildered in the mirror
that it has revealed itself 
to be itself


SIT AND SEE

Coincidences aside
Paradoxes aside
Sit still and see
Coincidences aside
Paradoxes aside.


SUBJECTIVITY 1
 
Gazing from a fish-eye
the world is a swirling globe.
To the rain drop
an oncoming inevitability.
And all is a passing ghost,
to the wind.
 
The self resides
in the eye of the storm?


KARMIC TIDES
 
I bobbed on hills and valleys
never realizing
I was floating free.
I bobbed on hills and valleys
never realizing
I was thee.


EGOS RISE
 
Egos rise
floating high on helium
until a crosswind reminds them
which direction
they go


RELATIVITY 1
 
A jig in any direction
leaves you in your shadow
and a lunge to the centre
is stepping aside.
It’s one of those things:
stillness resembles boredom
to those in constant movement.


A LUNATIC SET FREE
 
Effort piled up high
at last brings on the avalanche
A lifetime of learning in the labyrinth
pulverized in the final release
 
Look at that old lunatic
dancing free of the volcano dust
Where on earth will he go
with the mind of an unborn child?


I’VE MADE MY MIND AN ENEMY
 
I’ve made my mind an enemy
What am I to do?
Everything I think it does
leaves me feeling blue.
The problem is, of course
that disassociation has its source
where one thing
wishes it were almost two.
 


WELL, WELL, WELL
 
Well, well, well
we meet again
again and then again.
What kind of great simplicity
is all this?


TREE TALK 2
 
A timeless high note
held between your branches
divides you into the sky
where your leaves
skim wind and sun
to earth 
for my instruction.


#TING ZEN
 
That old guy, he shat when he had to
and got off the pot when he was done.
He was an instrument of Zen.
 
 
DREAMING ON THE TIGHTROPE
 
Having figured out
the past
we prognosticate 
the future.
What an amazing 
trick it is
this dreaming
on the tightrope.


WHEN THE RIGHT TONE IS STRUCK

When the right tone is struck
the ocean is stilled 
and the stone
shattered
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

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