“Sacred Walking: a love poem to the earth” Come my friend My dear dear friend Come walk with me a while. My foot, my soul Gently touching your shoulder. Your quivering bird sounds penetrating my being. A coolness of breath through nose and mouth Opening – yes inviting forth my heart To kiss the…
MOKUSEN’S HAND Mokusen Hiki was living in a temple in the province of Tamba. One of his adherents complained of the stinginess of his wife. Mokusen visited the adherent’s wife and showed her his clenched fist before her face. “What do you mean by that?” asked the surprised woman. “Suppose my fist were always like…
REFLECTION– 3 58–Today’s world of human experience is increasingly moulded by feelings of insecurity, entrapment conflict, and fear. We feel trapped in situations and circumstances: family obligations, economic constraints, weather, traffic, bureaucratic red tape and so forth. We fight interminable battles with people, creatures, invasive species, weeds, belief systems, expectations and fears. In the name…
One afternoon, a warrior known for his unscrupulous behavior, and famous for his provocation techniques, he would wait for his adversary to make the first move
There was a zen master who enjoyed a good reputation in his community. One day the neighbors came to his door enraged and furious,
Live the actual moment.
Only this moment is life.
To meditate does not mean to fight with a problem.
Undisturbed by the affairs of the world I live at ease,
Woodsmen singing rarely reaching me through the trees.
I support you, you support me. I am here to bring you peace ,you are here to bring me joy.
This story is highly symbolic. As humans we also begin to cover ourselves with layers upon layers of clay since we are children.
He knew that he would win, but his soldiers were in doubt.
Peace is every step.
The shining red sun is my heart.