Disappearing, reappearing
Empty in the air
Depending on water, earth and sun
Yet thinking separate and forever
They weep
Unable to hold the other clouds
If only they knew they were the sky
And clouds
Posts Tagged ‘poem’
Clouds
Sunday, March 28th, 2010Nothing is
Tuesday, November 24th, 2009Seeing into my mind,
I wipe the floor.
Grasping the moment,
I read sutras.
Don’t give me a name
Wednesday, August 13th, 2008Wind upon face.
Trees, streets, sounds of cars.
No practice, no form, no name.
Empty like space, mind is.
The Method of No-Method: The Chan Practice of Silent Illumination