haikus

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Zen poetry

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From   -signatures on water-
by  o s h o

Haikus are not poetries in the ordinary sense;
They are poetic, they are more visual than verbal.
Just visualize…………

The mouth
desires to speak
But the words
 disappear;
The heart
Desires
 to associate itself,
But the thoughts
 fade away

 
He is describing exactly the state of meditation.
I will repeat
So that you remember what meditation is.
And when nothing remains, you are.
In this very nothingness is your being

 AS BASHO HAS SAID:

 
ANCIEN POND
A FROG JUPS,
AND
A GREAT SILENCE.

 A HAIKU BY CHOSHU

 
THE MOON IN THE WATER;
BROKEN AND BROKEN AGAIN,
STILL IT IS THERE

 
ALL OUR BODYES, ALL OUR MINDS, ALL OUR LIVES
ARE NOTHING BUT REFLECTION OF REAL MOON...
BROKEN THOUSAND TIMES.
STILL, IN THE INNERMOST CORE OF YOUR BEING,
THE MOON IS FULL AND PERFECT AS EVER

A HAIKU BY SODO

 
IN MY TEN-FOOT BAMBOO HUT
THIS SPRING,
THERE IS NOTHING:
THERE IS EVERYTHING.

 
THE ULTIMATE EXSPERIENCE OF MEDITATION IS OF BOTH:
ON THE ONE HAND THERE IS NOTHING;
ON THE OTHER HAND THERE IS THE WOLE UNIVERSE.
BUT BOTH ARE AUTENTIC EXSPERIENCE

.....

DREAMS
Nishanga

 
Vorrei incontrarti dove lo Zen
 ha la sua casa

 Seduti sugli scalini della porta
 vestiti della nostra innocenza

 Non parlare e sentirci vicini

 Magari inventare un gioco e divertirci

 Sederci al tavolo in cucina
E bere un the al pomeriggio

 Con il sole tiepido che entra dalla finestra
E disegna abilmente il pavimento

Poi alla sera
 ci sarebbe un’aria di primavera

 E su di un letto a quattro piazze
Potremmo essere
semplicemente noi stessi

 Ed in silenzio saper ascoltare
Il respiro leggero dell’universo

 
Ospiti nella casa dello Zen
Magari per un giorno soltanto

 
Pune 23.3.92. moon in sagittarius