Wednesday, April 28, 2010

random poetry...

in to the blossoming buds
behind the quivering breaths
icicles hanging from the muddy roofs
into her resurrected essence...

the crowds and commotion
spreading and yelling out loud
a child crying somewhere
lost his mothers touch...

painting the town red
chaos and death
sniggering at her back
humanity fleds...

triumph in failures
eternal hope alive
will she wake to see a day
when she flies...

dark secrets of her forlorn heart,
sobbing uncontrollably,
where her life has drifted?

the little girl runs
away from people
into the jungle
amidst the rabbits...

pay scales discussed
the polished grooms
the little bride
looks for love everywhere...

finding her smiling
people are astounded
she looks in mirror
do i look that strange?

summer rain welcome
with hailstorms
children collect hail
their interpretation of snow..

raindrops struggling on leaves,shimmering like pearls
ruling the earth
till it bursts...

a silence in
chaos,triumph in failures
a deep acceptance
into her
galactical essence...

untimely power cuts
melting in sun
ruthless sun penetrating
to break her self imposed shell...

beyond the unimaginable
lies the wreck of her
searching its lost pieces...

a life in a room
where dreams were made
and shattered too...

sweet summer sweat
dried up puddles
unkind heat brewing up
a tree shade somewhere...

singing her choirs
her reflected self
assigns much joy
to things she loves...

healing and support
fat medical books
rote learning
her niche somewhere else...

hanging on
she shall die of boredom
she better let go!!

love lost
friends lost
self found
shall suffice...

she is eternal,
unique self.
she should not forget
this benign truth...


Friday, April 16, 2010


When walking - walk.
When sitting - sit.
But don't wobble!

When asked how he disciplined himself in Zen, a master replied, "When hungry, I eat. When tired, I sleep."

The questioner responded in a surprise, "But that is what everyone does!"

"Not at all," replied the master, "Most people are constantly distracted from what they are doing."

We should try to live and appreciate every moment in complete awareness. Zen is not 'trying' to follow a certain way, it is just being what you are and doing what you do according to your true nature


"Lightning flashes,
Sparks shower,
In one blink of your eyes,
You have missed seeing."

A Hindu story tells of a fish who asked of another fish: "I have always heard about the sea, but what is it? Where is it?"

The other fish replied: "You live, move and have your being the sea. The sea is within you and without you, and you are made of sea, and you will end in sea. The sea surrounds you as your own being."

So the only true answer to the question "What is Zen?" is the one that you find for yourself..

People usually consider walking on water or in thin air a miracle. But I think the real miracle is not to walk either on water or in thin air, but to walk on earth. Every day we are engaged in a miracle which we don't even recognize: a blue sky, white clouds, green leaves, the black, curious eyes of a child -- our own two eyes. All is a miracle.

Thich Nhat Hanh

Empty-handed I entered the world
Barefoot I leave it.
My coming, my going -
Two simple happenings
That got entangled.

- Kozan Ichikyo

Everyday life is the path.

Joshu asked Nansen: "What is the path?'"

Nansen said: "Everyday life is the path.'"

Joshu asked: "Can it be studied?"

Nansen said: "If you try to study, you will be far away from it.'"

Joshu asked: "If I do not study, how can I know it is the path?'"

Nansen said: "The path does not belong to the perception world, neither does it belong to the nonperception world. Cognition is a delusion and noncognition is senseless. If you want to reach the true path beyond doubt, place yourself in the same freedom as sky. You name it neither good nor not-good."

At these words Joshu was enlightened.