Friday, July 06, 2007

Zen Poems

My house is buried in the deepest recess of the forest.
Every year, ivy vines grow longer than the year before.
Undisturbed by the affairs of the world I live at ease,
Woodmen's singing rarely reaching me through the trees.
While the sun stays in the sky, I mend my clothes
And facing the moon, I read holy texts aloud to myself.
Let me drop a word of advice for believers of my faith.
To enjoy life's immensity, you do not need many things. (Ryokan, 1758-1831)

From one of my favourite books of poetry, Zen Poems.


Anonymous said...

wow! krishna, hamlet, christ! oh my!! well i have been praying to all three that i one day will have a phone! so hard when on the verge of nervious breakdown to not get in touch with those you love

Gardenia said...

I like that a lot. Also like your new painting - is it yours or a Stagg/Candy collaboration? Anyway, this was a spiritual post that sends peace with out with it.


Love the painting -

So they bought you
And kept you in a
Very good home
Cental heating
A deep freeze
A very good home-
No one to take you
For that lovely long run-
But otherwise
'A very good home'
They fed you Pal and Chum
But not that lovely long run,
Until, mad with energy and boredom
You escaped- and ran and ran and ran
Under a car.
Today they will cry for you-
Tomorrow they will buy another dog.

Spike Milligan 1918 - 2002
My favourite poet

On his tombstone is written the immortal words -

"I told you I was ill"