Friday, 2 March 2018

和歌 March 2018

By Rory A.A. Hinton












Friday March 02, 2018
This less isn’t more.
Your so-called attention is
a half-opened door,
swinging very carelessly.
Open up or shut this down.

Saturday March 03, 2018 (012)
Sitting and saying:
you can't stain what's not sustained.
Saying and showing
the wisdom that is not taught.
Knowing beyond the Buddha.

Sunday March 04, 2018 (013)
Swallow Touzi’s moon.
Spring, summer, fall, and winter,
it’s never too soon
to spit these old numbers out:
three and four, seven and eight.

Sunday March 04, 2018 (014)
Interdependence.
Sagan’s billions and billions
continue to dance.
This should not be our concern.
Gassho and be done with it.

Monday March 05, 2018 (015)
The pearl of great price.
Repeating repetition
is a demon’s vice.
Repeating repetition
as Jesus and Xuansha nod.

Friday March 09, 2018 (016)
For the time-being
Heidegger’s Being And Time
asks about beings.
Both Germany and Japan
answer with myriad things.

Saturday March 10, 2018 (017)
How was it? It was.
Be Zen being Zen without
explaining the cause.
As a hermit monastic
I sit beside Xiangyan’s grave.

Saturday March 17, 2018 (018)
The land deity.
The bowl of rice offering.
This intimacy.
Practice coming and going
tracelessly right on the spot.

Saturday March 17, 2018 (019)
Ordinary mind
full of present emptiness.
There’s nothing to find
here, so stop describing it
by remaining nostril deep.

Monday March 19, 2018 (020)
Sit still all day long
and chop the earthworm in two.
Sing the dragon song
and stop the buddha in you.
Du should not have responded.

Wednesday March 21, 2018 (021)
Be intimacy.
Wisdom wisely seeks wisdom
beyond secrecy.
Beneath, between, and behind,
nothing gained nor lost is found.

Thursday March 22, 2018 (022)
Oranges singing
on the top of the apples.
Banana sitting
on the bottom of the bowl.
Linji's fruitless offering.

Saturday March 24, 2018 (023)
Plowing the rice field.
Watering old Guishan's seeds.
The high and low yields
nothing extraordinary.
Ordinary mindlessness.

Monday March 26, 2018 (024)
Sitting and shitting
the annihilating fire.
Shitting and setting
the daily record crooked.
Cucumbers grow in the mud.

Monday March 26, 2018 (025)
The silent discourse.
The hidden activity.
Serving the main course
by showing and by saying
next to nothing here at all.

Tuesday March 27, 2018 (026)
Immovable sounds
are heard in the silent forms.
No conflict is found
inside of the golden head.
The birds nest on top of it.

Tuesday March 27, 2018 (027)
Huangbo hits and hits
and hits nothing essential.
This dead tree stump sits
ceaselessly practicing still.
Linji strikes the final blow.

Wednesday March 28, 2018 (028)
Stop mystifying
the facts with deadening poems.
The dragon’s howling
roars in this withering tree
of life for the time-being.

Thursday March 29, 2018 (029)
Life is intimate.
Death is intimate.
He taps and he hits
every possible coffin.
Daowu passes, and remains.

Thursday March 29, 2018 (030)
Going and coming.
Not staying and not leaving.
Laughing and crying.
All of this happens right here.
Caochan has no change to spare.

Thursday March 29, 2018 (031)
Neither achievement
nor enlightenment is sought.
What old Deshan meant
is found while facing a wall.
Nothing more nor less is hit.

Thursday March 29, 2018 (032)
Self left on the shelf.
Nostrils keep on breathing as
the wind fans itself.
It’s as stale as it is fresh.
The autumn leaves are falling.

Thursday March 29, 2018 (033)
Nothing here to lack.
Having left their house and home,
monks do not bow back.
Emperors pay their respect,
falling and rising at once.

Friday March 30, 2018 (034)
Private irony
and public utility.
This intimacy
is hidden and is open
to all who know how to smile.

Saturday March 31, 2018 (035)
The sitting platform
always stands with folded hands
revealing true form.
Touzi's ten bodies are one
and two: sacred and profane.