Posts Tagged ‘zazen’

31
Jul

Monkey mind

by senge in Frozen Moments, Random Thoughts, Spontaneous Poetry

Monkey running,
Monkey yelling,
Monkey climbing
Being wild.

Just see monkey,
Let him be,
Let him exhaust
It’s own rage.

Monkey sitting,
Monkey breathing.
Mind is quiet,
Monkey’s gone.

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24
Jul

Morning Zazen

by senge in Frozen Moments, Random Thoughts, Spontaneous Poetry

Drowsiness
Poisons the mind,
Luring it softly
Into numbness.

Kyosaku strikes.

Breathe in,
Breathe out,
Gently but firmly
Return to now.

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22
Jul

Be

by senge in Random Thoughts, Spontaneous Poetry

The sun rises,
Inviting me to be
Simply me.

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20
Jul

Distraction

by senge in Frozen Moments, Random Thoughts, Spontaneous Poetry

Morning thoughts
Run like wildfire.
The mind wanders,
Never calm.

Thousand jewels
Shining brightly,
I drift away
From here and now.

Breath flows in,
Thoughts dissolve.
Breath flows out,
I let go.

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17
Jul

Running

by senge in Frozen Moments, Random Thoughts, Spontaneous Poetry

Running
By the pale moonlight,
Under a star-filled sky,
Alone.

Mind and breath,
Step follows step.
Clear mind running
Into dawn.

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16
Jul

Here

by senge in Random Thoughts, Spontaneous Poetry

Breath flows, slowly.
Mind is calmed.
I feel daylight
In my heart.

Life goes quickly,
A simple flash.
I feel the wonder,
Of being alive.

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15
Jul

Scent of now

by senge in Frozen Moments, Spontaneous Poetry

Dim light,
Early morning.
Orange cinder
On the altar.

Just sit.
Just breathe.
Scent of incense,
Being now.

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11
Jul

Child Mind

by senge in Frozen Moments, Random Thoughts, Spontaneous Poetry

No self,
No mind,
No ‘me’,
No ‘you’.

No hope,
No goal,
No gain,
Just sit.

_/|\_

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8
Jul

Sitting

by senge in Random Thoughts, Spontaneous Poetry

The sound of thunder
From a summer storm,
I gently touch
And let it go.

The scent of cooking
From my mother’s kitchen,
I gently touch
And let it go.

A miriad lights reflected
On a river from my childhood,
I gently touch
And let it go.

I sit and breathe,
A simple witness
To a thousand thoughts,
And let them go.

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12
Jun

Offering

by senge in Frozen Moments, Spontaneous Poetry

Smoke rises high,
Clear morning light flows in.
Mind returns to now.

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