Thursday, 29 March 2012

Kanzeon Raining

Kanzeon!
Kanzeon raining Kanzeon!
Her arms are the raindrops
Splashing everywhere


Every drop Buddha
Every drop Dharma
Every drop Sangha

Kanzeon!
Kanzeon raining Kanzeon!
The street children  swimming in the puddles: 
Kanzeon!

Every splash Buddha
Every splash Dharma
Every splash Sangha

Kanzeon!
Kanzeon raining Kanzeon!
Her arms are the raindrops
Splashing everywhere.



March 29, 2012

Saturday, 3 March 2012

Constructing and tearing down your hermitage

The following was originally posted on Treeleaf.  Many thanks and deep bows to Shinkai for giving me permission to post it here.


"Home is where the heart is"

I would say, however, "Heart is where the home is, and the home is everywhere"

Poets, sages, & monks in ancient times made their hermitages on the sides of mountains, in forests, in jungles. Your hermitage has already sprung up around you. It is apartment walls so thin you can hear your neighbors shouting. It is a backyard fence with dogs barking on the other side. Your hermitage is the bus you ride to work in the morning, rolling across the earth. You have no control over it, you can't protect it from the weather or the heat, but you can appreciate it.

It is yours, this hermitage, this life. Kodo says "everyone is homeless." Where does your heart go?

Gassho and thank you for being here.