Monday, 1 January 2018

和歌 January 2018

By Rory A.A. Hinton













January 01, 2018 (001)
Holding Buddha's whisk,
Dōgen Zenji swats at flies.
He never misses
killing words that buzz over
shit producing dharma-talk.

January 02, 2018 (002)
Sitting in silence
is all that is required.
Speaking is nonsense.
The true person spins the wheel,
alone in the abbot’s room.

January 03, 2018 (003)
Water bag of bones
always breathing on its own.
The mountain doner
grows fresh grass by the window.
Buffalo eats by moonlight.

January 04, 2018 (004)
Mazu’s “Lecturer!”
teaches the flipped sleeves Sutra.
Lecturer Liang
was never heard from again.
No such thing as heart and mind.

January 05, 2018 (005)
Shut the layman up
underneath the Xi River.
Pangyun's single gulp
eliminates everything.
Nothing left to write about.

January 06, 2018 (006)
Breath after breath breathes
Original Purity.
Breath after breath breathes
Original Purity.
Original Purity.

January 07, 2018 (007)
Mihu’s monastic
gets dragged into Yangshan’s shit,
without getting sick.
What is his enlightened trick?
He returns and then reports.

January 08, 2018 (008)
This old body sits
alone for the time being.
The cold clock strikes six.
Thirty minutes later on,
the singing bowl tolls for thee.

January 17, 2018
When the levee broke,
this man fled to the mountain.
Years later he spoke
up, higher and lighter now.
What he said doesn't matter.

January 23, 2018
No end in the end.
Truly, only love remains.
No time to pretend
that anything else matters.
All philosophy ends here.

January 28, 2018 (009)
Leave things as they are.
What kind of seeing is that?
Why search near and far
to answer questions like these?
Huangbo joined the workers.