Tag: zen

Zen

Daylight passes over the garden. Wild green things grow thick ‘round the entranceway. Spotted fawns have come by, their mother not far behind. Cat sits and watches.    

Basho’s Traveling Companion

On the jade-colored plate, yellow fruit. Between the window and folding screen, a bed, some clothing. In the stillness of the forest, water flowing. On the mountainside, plum blossoms. In the rain and mud, wild horses. From a bowl in the hermit’s shelter, steam…

Big Sur

A whale spouted by and I dreamt of the story my life could tell.  I remembered many loved and lost, I received the world, had a conversation with the cosmos. A whale spouted by, the vastness deepened.  I sat, hands in lap, left over…

Excerpt from The Way of Zen by Alan Watts

From The Way of Zen by Alan Watts ~ “All one’s intentional acts, desires, ideals, stratagems, are in vain.  In the whole universe, within and without, there is nothing whereon to lay any hold, and no one to lay any hold on anything.  This…

A Passage On Writing From Natalie Goldberg

Excerpt from “Thunder and Lightning” by Natalie Goldberg: “I never escaped being a monk!  The morning gruel, the frost on the bell, bare feet on frigid floors, all have been mine.  Except that my meditation position has been a bent body hovering over a notebook…

A Passage From Natalie Goldberg’s “Long Quiet Highway”

“There is no one thing to hold on to…”

Nothing Else

How do we carry out our solitary work?  How do we live in just one body, be in just one place, with so much wild possibility spread out before us, urging us to leave our withered husks behind and investigate the effervescent. Where is…

Zen

This poem appeared in the February 2014 issue of Poetry Pacific Literary Journal, along with A Measure of Grace. http://poetrypacific.blogspot.com/2014/02/2-poems-by-cm-rivers.html Zen Fingers of light touch down on the garden Wild green things grow thick ‘round the entranceway Spotted fawns have come by, mother not…

Fastenings

What if you yourself didn’t want anything, what if you spent measureless lengths of time just people-watching, ruminating, taking notes of where your mind traveled to, at once engaged yet unaffected, an explorer holding the oar gently as he rows upriver, a tourist observing…

Song Lines

Listen. A voice inside you is singing. You are following your song lines, you are singing the world and the land into being as you walk upon it. We are surrounded by teachers: the path we take, the wind, the people on the street,…

%d bloggers like this:
%d bloggers like this:
%d bloggers like this:
%d bloggers like this:
%d bloggers like this:
%d bloggers like this:
%d bloggers like this:
%d bloggers like this:
%d bloggers like this:
%d bloggers like this: