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Clouds come and go

March 7, 2017 by admin Leave a Comment

The clouds come and go,
providing a rest for all
the moon viewers   (Basho)
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This is very common, watching the night sky and the moon playing hide and seek with us, one moment hidden, the next breaking into a wide luminous eye. I see you. How boring if there were no clouds, no hide and seek. How boring if the sky was every clear and the moon always full and bright. Perfection, while longed for, is not sustainable. We would have to create clouds, hide and seek, if there were none. We would have to create the devil if there was none.

There is no awakening without a sleep. There is no enlightenment without ignorance. God’s only game is hide and seek.

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The Great Blue Oak

March 5, 2017 by admin Leave a Comment

That great blue oak
indifferent to all blossoms
appears more noble  (Basho)
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I’m reminded of the great Buddha, sitting like an oak, indifferent to all blossoms or thoughts and states of mind. The great Buddha is Being itself sitting as Now while indifferent to all forms blossoming on its limbs. All mother animals lie and let the blossoms nurse, indifferent to their sucking.

Being like the ocean is indifferent to the waves;
Being like the sky is indifferent to the clouds.
Being like the earth is indifferent to the ants.

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Hai on KU

March 4, 2017 by admin Leave a Comment

Seas slowly darken
and the wild ducks plaintive cry
grows faintly white  (Basho)

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This poem is a surprise because it connects to sense doors, sound and sight, so the sound of the ducks grows faintly….white? Can you hear color? Can you see sound? The modern world is a world of sense doors that are separated, yet there is an interplay that we miss. The poet is speaking from a consciousness that integrates experience through all the senses, so he smell sighs, feels smell, sees sounds…In his haiku Basho integrates his whole being in the world as being one with the world. This whole Being transcends or is prior to the fragmented world reported by sense doors to the self image or Ego.

The Ego as the director selects what sense data supports its story of what should be, of what is expected to be. The Ego only knows what is past, what is stored in the memory banks. But the poet is receiving reality raw, experience that is not selected for image support. The poet has no self image. His poems are footprints in the sand that leave no tracks. There is no body there.

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Hai on KU

March 3, 2017 by admin Leave a Comment

With dewdrops dripping,
I wish somehow I could wash
this perishing world   (Basho)
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I am suddenly swept with a sadness, the sadness of the poet who cannot wash this perishing world…of what…sadness. The sadness that everything perishes. All is dying, dying through our fingertips…This inherent sadness in life that is aware that it is dying…dying. Animals aren’t sad. My cat isn’t sad. My fish isn’t sad….And I am not sad…yet I feel the sadness. Life is dewdrops dripping, dripping…years dripping…dripping. Tears dripping, dripping…

And yet….the poet finds his center and he is the dewdrops washing this perishing world. If you are the dewdrops…you are not perishing. With dewdrops dripping….Does he wish while the dewdrops are dripping, or does he want to use the dewdrops to wash the world of its perishing. The center shifts…I am the dewdrops….I am not the dewdrops….Sadness transcended.

Filed Under: Hai on Ku Tagged With: Basho, haiku, Zen

Hai on KU

March 2, 2017 by admin Leave a Comment

Okay, enough about Trump on morning TV, lets take a break in getting hai on ku.

Chilling autumn rains
curtain Mount Fuji, then make it
more beautiful to see.   (Basho)

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Does God play hide and seek with us. I Hindu mythology it is the Goddess Maya who hides and reveals, dancing with us like a strip tease. What is hidden rouses us. The Unknown becomes erotic. We must have it. Suddenly what is withheld bursts into view. The great tension is released. AHHHH….I see…I see. How beautiful it is.

Is the beauty in the seen? Is not all beautiful? What makes this beauty special? It is beauty come upon. It is beauty revealed to our eyes and throwing us into wonder. What is wonder? In the moment of wonder there is no subject and object, no observer commenting on the observed. In the moment of wonder there is Just This.

But we all notice that we can’t sustain wonder. Immediately we begin commenting, taking pictures to preserve the wonder, to keep forever that moment when we didn’t exist.

Filed Under: Hai on Ku, ZEN FITS Tagged With: Basho, haiku, Mt. Fuji, Zen

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