Moments:
A Cuckoo’s Song
Poem:
soft grasses
a baby hare rests
in its hiding place
With thoughts clear, sitting silently, wander into the center of the circle of wonder.
Taigen Dan Leighton and Yi Wu
Cultivating the Empty Field
Poem:
a spider in the snail shell—
when my time comes may these bones
too become someone’s new home
“Mount Fuji Viewed from a Marsh” by Hiroshige Ando (1797-1858), The Sketchbooks of Hiroshige
Poem: Treading along in this dreamlike, illusory realm,
Without looking for the traces I may have left;
A cuckoo’s song beckons me to return home,
Hearing this, I tilt my head to see
Who has told me to turn back;
But do not ask me where I am going,
As I travel in this limitless world,
Where every step I take is my home.
Steven Heine
The Zen Poetry of Dōgen
Poem:
a spring city walk
day after day I stumble
my way to enlightenment
“as it is, suchness, things as they are”
如是
にょぜ
nyo-ze