Burdens

Two monks returning to a monastery in the evening

It had rained
Puddles of water had collected on the road

At one place a beautiful woman
Was unable to cross the road because of a puddle

The elder monk lifted and carried her across
Leaving her on the other side; then went his way

Later that evening, the younger monk approached
“Sir, we cannot touch women.”

The elder said, “Yes, brother.”
“Then why did you carry that woman on the road today?”

The elder smiled
“I left her on the road; why are you are still carrying her?”

Zen Lesson ~ Anon
Edited to Poetic form by Rayn Roberts

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You Are Not Who You Think You Are

Look to the heavens, see what is happening
You are not who you think you are.

Everything in and around you
The cosmic unfolding
Of countless events
Appearing, disappearing
Rising and falling
Right now, now again…
That is all you are,
Beyond comprehension all that is–
Keeping this in mind
While you continue a separate life
Is a mysterious trick,
The magic lies
In letting go
Being the Big Bang
To the present, that is who you are

“You cannot catch hold of it, nor can you get rid of it.
You are the eternal energy of the universe.”

Quote: Alan Watts

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Rayn Roberts

Quote: from Alan Watts

Esoteric

After all, as you lie in my arms knowing all
needing nothing but what is, the earth rolling away from the sun
Thunder rolling in the distance

Can you hear the thunder of death, my dear?
Yes, I hear it and more, I hear a sound
Not everyone can hear, I feel an energy not everyone can feel — a Sound

Birth                             a note, Love                                a song, Death

Spinning days into silk, connecting man to men, men to women
Woman to every child, weaving nights out of the past –
The Dead speak to me

They are not dead; they are here
And with the silk of souls our future is woven, all that is
that is humanly good, out of birth this note, out of love this song

Little worm               silken light             little word            OM

 

 

Terry Busch Photo

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Japanese  Garden Photo by Terry Busch

Where Does Buddha Sit?

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In truth Buddha nature is everything, so then
Did Buddha nature play a part in
Bombing Nagasaki and Hiroshima and why
Are the histories of the Buddhist east

As bloody and as savage
as the war-torn Christian west?

I have no easy answers
But offer this

Buddha Nature-Nuclear bomb
Nirvana a bomb

To the illusion of self
That’s what nirvana is

No suicide, but still
A gun to the head of self.

Nature says do, survive, assert, intend
Buddha sees the third eye explode
A mushroom cloud in your head–
Buddha sits in every whole and broken atom.

 

The Quantum Buddha

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“Of One and Many Worlds”

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