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James Mullaney
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30 december 2011

ZEN DAWN

This antique morning is

The consummation of history.
Shoguns arose, worlds warred,
And numberless processions passed
Like thunder in a bonsai garden
To prepare for this -
My green sencha tea with wedges of lime.
How grave and staggering my debt to the world is!
Centering, I dip my fingers reverently
Into a bamboo bucket
To douse my face with spring water.
I marvel that the sky shivering there
Is a blue witness to the direst ordeals
Of countless, faceless rascals and questers
Disinterestedly being us.


number of comments: 2 | rating: 4 |  more 

Patrick Fleskes,  

Very well worded account of Zen, an essance I straggle to properly describe. I've got this new old poem called, "Zen Buddhist Tea Meditation", It would be nice to hear good critizism from another (supposed) follower of the dharma.

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Raven,  

Well put, Patrick! Fancy words were failing me as I tried to comment this poem. So I said nothing. Unfortunately the emptiness in my mind at this time is not quite the emptiness the Dharma is talking about...

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