The Silent Mind Listens to Grass Speak

Sakyamuni Buddha, once enlightened, with silent mind

hears revelations from the countless things,

as if clamoring to report through themselves

that there is nothing at all worth grasping

and clinging to as “I,” “myself,” or “mine.”

Never dream of owning any of them — what foolishness!

Taking these selfless things to be “I” or “me”

brings only sadness, anger, and sorrow.

Even the rocks, sand, soil, trees, and grass

sound this song through every nook and cranny;

yet, the busy-minded don’t understand or suspect

that everything sings out Dharma’s lesson.

With silent mind one hears even the leaves of grass

counseling each other with this beautiful fact:

All beings may dance at ease in the breeze with minds left silent by laying to rest all things.

~ Thich nu Tinh Quang

labyrinth

we weave our way

through a labyrinth of delusion

only to find that our thinking

has led us astray,

it is then

in that very moment

we see the ineffable truth

manifest

in the rising sun

or a floating cloud

or even a busy moment

on our way to start the day.

why is this so difficult,

when life and existence

is so simple?

it is because we love

our stories

and our opinions

and our logic

and our accomplishments

and our life

that we delude ourselves

into thinking we are living.

take back your life

and see this moment

outside of thought,

outside of time

and outside of space,

then what is left

is the only reality

we will ever know.

rev yuanzhi

3/7/2012

THE QUESTION

I visited my church this afternoon; I call it the Chapel of Heaven Meets Earth.
The ceiling, a great swath of steel blue so heavy, so close,
The weight drapes itself over the tips of the tallest evergreens.
The floors, a cushiony bed of soft pine needles, shuffling
And crackling through the dried leaves, my feet never tire.
The majestic windows are stained with red and gold and russet
And the sun plays with my optic nerves. Pixels of light
Render me blind and then clear; I relish this childlike
Game of hide and seek.
I don’t come here to pray…it is a prayer this place.
But a question did come “what should I be doing?”
I asked the Buddha’s, the Bodhisattvas, Kwan Yin and all
The others before me. The answer comes back “stay
On the path, one foot in front of the other”.
I hate it when they say that, (I’ve asked many times)
And continue on the trail.
The Stations of the Cross in this church are ancient, exposed root systems,
Extending away from massive tree trunks, suggesting I might look down
Every once in a awhile if I don’t want to trip;
Naked, spindly branches closest to the ground and furthest from the sun,
Thundering waterfalls, cascading over 18 inch high boulders (oh, what confidence!),
Invisible fairies shaking and rattling the tangled bush and me…
Peering intently inside, trying to identify the culprits.
My path takes me back to where I began, but now mind and body are one.
So quiet and peaceful, no question no answer, just walking.

Quang Prasad

COMPLETING THE CYCLE

Meditator.

Thought.

Awareness.

Concentration.

Reality as it is.

Fulfilled.

~ Thich nu Tinh Quang

THIRTY MINUTES

Can I sit with this

jumpiness, grumpiness

this thinking,

this meditation?

Can I sit with this

drippy nose,

these heavy eye lids

this imagination?

Can I sit with this

impatience

this boredom

and ache?

Renewed and inspired,

determined and steady,

I feel myself

sit without doubt.

No delusion nor regret,

all arises and fades.

The feelings,

the drama and tales.

All part of the flow....

the expanse

and release

Breathing in, breathing out,

Sitting here on this cushion.

DIVINE TRUTH

Seeking to fill the void
That wasn't there ...

seeking
not finding ...

Not recognizing that what I sought
Was there all along.

~ Thich nu Tinh Quang

ETERNAL SPRING

Impermanence ...

A gleeful game

of Hide and Seek.

~ Thich nu Tinh Quang

HAIKU 7

the incense burns out

on the mound of dead ashes

what fragrance remains?

SNOWFALLS

Snow falls,
muffling sound:
all the world seems quieter -
a mimicry of peace;
muffling my garden,
and the violas look just like
the plantain weeds;
muffling hills and fields
so dull landscapes become
fairylands; and
muffling the frozen lagoon.
(One could walk upon water
and not know it.)

~ Beverly Shepard

HAIKU 6

root, seed, secret soul
under smooth, white, quiet snow
life nests within death

~ Quang Thành Kính Elise Bédard

THE JOURNEY

Sitting on a bus,

close to the window

I watch the scenery flash by.

Each frame a different view. Not scenery, no...

rapid snapshots: mystical, fantastical.

How can this be happening I think

to myself. It can't be true – these things don't

happen in real time, I must be dreaming.

I hear my voice say, yes, it can.

I am the creator, the author,

of all of this.

The projection and the observer are inseparable.

Arriving at my destination, I

open my eyes, refreshed and awakened

to this world, the dream lingering....

~ Quang Prasad

FALL COLOURS

The first time I passed, I saw only
a form lying under a pale yellow blanket
in a red tiled door-well.
Few possessions, cans of food
a single pair of mens black shoes.

The second pass, I witnessed
if only for a brief moment,
more than a form.
Brown skin, black hair, a woman
not looking at anyone in particular,
focused on her spot, our eyes did not meet.

I quickly averted my glance,
not allowing (wanting?) them to connect.
Who was she? Someone's daughter, yes.
A wife, mother, sister, lover,
maybe all of these.

Lying in the open,
on a cement sidewalk, with out walls to
hide her vulnerability.
Her privacy seemingly intact
on this busy city street, with its
smells, garbage, vomit, and passers-by.

A day and several hours, a world away,
walking lightly on a wooded path,
the air smells of earth, dry leaves and warm wind.
Brilliant sunshine, illuminates the crimson and gold.
Maple leaf, exquisitely cut out in sharp detail
appear superimposed in the forest canopy.

Tree trunks squeak as they gently embrace.
Families, couples, strangers pass me by, smiling, friendly
others quietly focusing on their steps, mindful of the
trail edge.

I look intently at the red and yellow carpet
of the forest floor and try to capture, the light,
the dappled softness in my mind, imagining
how someday I might paint this picture.

All is dharmakaya.
This is my dharmakaya.

~ Quang Prasad

http://www.compassionateconsumption.blogspot.com/

HAIKU 5

stumbling on the path

thrown in hell,

flung to heaven

stillness at the core

~ Quang Thành Kính

WAGE PEACE

Wage peace with your breath.

Breathe in firemen and rubble,
breathe out whole buildings and flocks of red wing blackbirds.

Breathe in terrorists
and breathe out sleeping children and freshly mown fields.

Breathe in confusion and breathe out maple trees.

Breathe in the fallen and breathe out lifelong friendships intact.

Wage peace with your listening: hearing sirens, pray loud.

Remember your tools: flower seeds, clothes pins, clean rivers.

Make soup.

Play music, memorize the words for “thank you” in three languages.

Learn to knit, and make a hat.

Think of chaos as dancing raspberries.

Imagine grief as the outbreath of beauty or the gesture of fish.
Swim for the other side.

Wage peace.

Never has the world seemed so fresh and precious.

Have a cup of tea and rejoice.

Act as if armistice has already arrived.
Celebrate today.

~ Judyth Hill

HAIKU 4

on the pond, the moon
a leaf, a floating petal
now, ten thousand moons

~ Elise Bedard

I CALL TO YOU: A Blessing for the Journey

Let us vow to remember the causes of suffering and to practice an end to suffering. I shall accept all that I cannot change, and let my heart be broken. May we be gentle for all our days, here, there, and everywhere. Let us vow to bear witness to the wholeness of life, realizing the completeness of each and everything. Embracing our differences, I shall know myself as you, and you as myself. May we serve each other for all our days, here, there, and everywhere. Let us vow to open ourselves to the abundance of life. Freely giving and receiving, I shall care for you, for the trees and stars, as treasures of my very own. May we be grateful for all our days, here, there, and everywhere.
	Let us vow to forgive all hurt, caused by ourselves and others, and to never condone hurtful ways. Being responsible for my actions, I shall free myself and you. Will you free me, too? May we be kind for all our days, here, there, and everywhere. Let us vow to remember that all that appears will disappear. In the midst of our uncertainty, I shall sow love. Here! Now! I call to you: Let us together live The Great Peace that we are. May we give no fear for all our days, here, there, and everywhere. ~ Wendy Egyoku Nakao

HAIKU 3

a bird calling like a bell

a dart of stillness

scent of flowers in the rain

Elise Bedard

HAIKU 2

The moon shines over the stream

Footsteps in the snow

Lead up to the other shore

~ Elise Bedard

PATH

Do I see the footprints of Buddha?

Are they the words of the teacher?

Are they the support of friends?

Are they the movements of my breath?

They are everyday actions

Done with compassion

They are ordinary words

Said with mindfulness

~ Elise Bedard

BECOMING

I planted a Linden sapling

and cared for it,

another living being.

Drinking in the sun and rain,

it responded

by expanding with vigour.

She offered the gift of flowers,

the fragrance heady.

Gently,

this great Bodhisattva provided shade

for the Buddha,

the pond and it's

community of goldfish,

the Cardinal family,

and me,

providing a cool,

welcoming shelter for all,

regardless of whom or what.

As I sit by the pond,

enjoying yet another generation of goldfish,

drinking linden flower tea,

I ponder the life we've shared.

~ Thich nu Tinh Quang