FEET IN THE SAND What is sand? Mountains and time The ongoing meeting of Matter and weather Now, for the lapse of a moment I am the king of the mountain Standing ever so relatively still On what’s left of forgotten giants Enjoying the caressing warmth of the sun Before we are washed to the… Continue reading The Song of All the Chakras
Category: Poetry
Soleil et Chair
Le Soleil, le foyer de tendresse et de vie, Verse l’amour brûlant à la terre ravie, Et, quand on est couché sur la vallée, on sent Que la terre est nubile et déborde de sang ; Que son immense sein, soulevé par une âme, Est d’amour comme Dieu, de chair comme la femme, Et qu’il… Continue reading Soleil et Chair
Peace is in every breath I take
Sunshine, Happiness Flicker and Flutter the Breeze takes Me Hither and Dither I rest in the Arms of the Eternal
The Teaching Just for You
“To approach perfect practice, there is no way other than to accept yourself.” Shunryu Suzuki
A Celebration to Life
I CELEBRATE myself; And what I assume you shall assume; For every atom belonging to me, as good belongs to you. I loafe and invite my Soul; I lean and loafe at my ease, observing a spear of summer grass. Houses and rooms are full of perfumes—the shelves are crowded with perfumes;… Continue reading A Celebration to Life
Learning is Not the Path
Nansen said: “Mind is not Buddha. Learning is not the path.” Mumon’s comment: Nansen was getting old and forgot to be ashamed. He spoke out with bad breath and exposed the scandal of his own home. However, there are a few who appreciate his kindness. When the sky is clear the sun appears, When the… Continue reading Learning is Not the Path
Knowing the self is enlightenment
知人者智, 自知者明。 勝人者有力, 自勝者強。 知足者富。 強行者有志。 不失其所者久。 死而不亡者, 壽。 Knowing others is wisdom; Knowing the self is enlightenment. Mastering others requires force; Mastering the self needs strength. He who knows he has enough is rich. Perseverance is a sign of willpower. He who stays where he is endures. To die but not to perish is… Continue reading Knowing the self is enlightenment
Swimming about
One day Chuang Tzu and a friend were walking by a river. “Look at the fish swimming about,” said Chuang Tzu, “They are really enjoying themselves.” “You are not a fish,” replied the friend, “So you can’t truly know that they are enjoying themselves.” “You are not me,” said Chuang Tzu. “So how do you… Continue reading Swimming about
The most submissive thing
The most submissive thing in the world can ride roughshod over the hardest in the world – that which is without substance entering that which has no crevices. That is why I know the benefit of resorting to no action. The teaching that uses no words, the benefit of resorting to no action, these are… Continue reading The most submissive thing
Eternal Friends
This spring I felt so lucky and blessed. A little sparrow came and sat in my hand and I fed it bread crumbs from my thumb. The tiny bird chewed away, looking at me as we where eternal friends, and it flew away. Minutes went by returning with his wife the 2 teeny sparrows chewed… Continue reading Eternal Friends
The courage of reading – Michael Faber
I enjoy to have books recommended to me by people I do not necessarily know or even fundamentally agree whit. Sometimes what’s recommended is rubbish and sometimes I am pretty amassed to find out what I have been missing in the world of books. When I was surfing the english book shelves in the main… Continue reading The courage of reading – Michael Faber
Finding the way
Going left.. No! Driving right.. No! Thinking of flying straight!
Colored Folks?
When I born, I black, When I grow up, I black, When I go in sun, I black, When I cold, I black, When I scared, I black, When I sick, I black, And when I die, I still black. You white folks…. When you born, you pink, When you grow up, you white, When… Continue reading Colored Folks?
The Tiger
TIGER, tiger, burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire? And what shoulder and what art Could twist the sinews… Continue reading The Tiger
H. S. Thompson sent him self to Paradise
We where somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the dessert when the drugs began to take hold. I remember saying something like “I feel a bit lightheaded; maybe you should drive…” And suddenly there was a terrible roar all around us and the sky was full of what looked like huge bats, all swooping… Continue reading H. S. Thompson sent him self to Paradise
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