Monday 17 August 2009

Poetry is Awareness

Do you love visiting the woods? Do you catch a moment of mindfulness, just watching the leaves?

When All Thoughts

When all thoughts
Are exhausted
I slip into the woods
And gather
A pile of sheperds purse.

Like the little stream
Making its way
Through the mossy crevices
I, too, quietly
Turn clear and transparent.


Ryokan Taigu 1758 - 1831


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1 comment:

Jason said...

Thanks for posting that, Rob. We looked at Ryokan in the Letchworth Sangha a few months back; he wrote some incredible poetry:

Who says my poems are poems?
My poems are not poems.
When you know that my poems are not poems,
Then we can speak of poetry.



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