"Freedom" by Keith Basar
Do you know what freedom is?
An exiting of the 'nest of knowing',
a burrowing beyond what is,
soaring into life's uncharted mysteries.
"Half-Enlightened Masters" (from Hua Hu Ching - Reading 80) by Brian Browne Walker
The world is full of
half-enlightened masters.
Overly clever,
too "sensitive" to live in the real world,
they surround themselves with selfish pleasures
and bestow their grandiose teachings
upon the unwary.
“I’m Listening” by Nat Sanders
“I’M LISTENING”
Tell me, Love,
all the things that hurt-the hidden places,
the betrayals,
the wounds
created by those whose best-they-could
wasn't enough to prevent suffering.
SOURCE: Nat Sanders
“The End of Suffering” by Thich Nhat Hanh
May the sound of this bell penetrate deep into the cosmos.
Even in the darkest spots living beings are able to hear it clearly
so that all suffering in them cease, understanding comes to their heart
and they transcend the path of sorrow and death.
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"Haiku: Eastern Culture" - Translations and commentary by Reginald H. Blyth
A haiku is not a poem, it is not literature;
it is a hand becoming,
a door half-opened,
a mirror wiped clean.
It is a way of returning to nature,
to our moon nature,
our cherry blossom nature,
our falling leaf nature,
in short, to our Buddha nature.
Zen Poem — Ikkyu
Every day priests minutely examine the Dharma (universal law)
and endlessly chant complicated sutras.
Before doing that, though,
they should learn how to read the love letters
sent by the wind and rain,
the snow and moon.
“Family Tree” by HK Stewart
Every twig follows
its own path to the sun.
And yet, even branches
tell each other what to do.
This is how a tree is formed.
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“An Artist’s Eye” by Keith Basar
This poem is dedicated to my wise, sweet friend M. A person of incalculable passion for life and the path she now excitingly follows.
~K
You were born of the Holy
gifted in ways that few know
and fewer could ever know.
How long has your heart celebrated your poetic flair?
and artistic touch?
that searches the stillness of the night
for its next expression?
Most likely, long before you were born
"The Guest" by Kabir - (Sufi Mystic)
The Guest is inside you, and also inside me;
you know the sprout is hidden inside the seed.
We are all struggling;
none of us has gone far.Let your arrogance go,
and look around inside.
“Little Me”by Keith Basar
Hey, I recognize these people — I think...
(I cling a little closer till the coast is clear)
My mom says everything’s just fine.
These people are family and friends.