Sunday, April 30, 2006
Saturday, April 29, 2006
The radiance of Gautama's sitting
Faces of my teacher
Jizo as blossoms
Friday, April 28, 2006
Two fairy queens
Wednesday, April 26, 2006
Reliques du vide
Monday, April 24, 2006
Mighty tigers versus pussycats
Why do people paint, write poetry, take pictures, sing, play music? Is it to express their views about the world? Is it to be advocates of some form of fundamentalism that can be Capitalist, Communist, Christian, Muslim, agnostic and even Buddhist? Do they waste their time in self indulgence?I don’t think so. They simply do these things to remain awake to the world. What use is-it for the world? This is somehow a strange question. Why should things be always useful? This is end-gaining questioning. The most precious things are useless. So is art. So is sitting.
No use whatsoever. Mighty tigers can’t catch this even in a dream. Their paws are too big, their claws too sharp. They are too busy tearing the world to pieces and making a bloody mess of it. If they could only remember that they are also gentle and kind pussycats…
Koto In, Autumn-Spring
This place is pure wonder. Every single leaf, every blade of grass, the gentle conversation of bamboo poles swinging in the wind, the texture of the moss caressed by light, the sharp contrast between the wooden buildings and the flowing, twisted and freee body of the garden...are beyond imagination.
That kind of beauty softens people's heart and open them to tolerance and kindness.
Sunday, April 23, 2006
In Kenninji, warm welcome. Wonderful place.
But best of all, this monk in Hokanji, we both laugh and enjoy being with each other and yet we can hardly undserstand each other.
In mid-afternoon, a meal close to Kyoto station. A little girl comes and say hello to me. I do magic tricks. Coins, paper, cards...She loves it. Her smile...
As we leave, she waves goodbye.
a typical street
Saturday, April 22, 2006
Friday, April 21, 2006
Thursday, April 20, 2006
Amida's name, Your breath
Nothing to mend and it's perfect just the way it is.
Wearing the robe, being kicked out,
Wednesday, April 19, 2006
Great fun and sadness again in JR station, the guards don't let me be there more than a few minutes, a very sticky one followed right beyond the bus station to make sure that the undesirable gaijin-beggar-monk was not in the way. Part of me finds it quite entertaining, part of me feels very sad for these people that lost tolerance. As long as I wear the boundless Okesa and sing the name of the Dharma, I am but a piece of nothing. The bloke minds sometimes. The kesa doesn't mind, it is all part of this practice anyway. So I ended up doing a couple hours on the other side of the pavement, standing just next to two beautiful dustbin, nice looking trash cans. Side by side, the dustbin and I, we practiced takuhatsu. Everytime people trashed something, I bowed, realizing that the dustbin could not.
It's a beautiful day. this afternoon, I will be with Yoshiko San who is going to help be to print a few poems.
The wind blows on a sunny Kyoto. Blossoms scattered everywhere. Bold Buddhas blossoms.
You might have noticed that I have been posting a few French poems for a while. the thing is that I am writing a book of poems inspired by Haru san, Spring itself.
I thought I would never come back to this very early love of mine, but I can't help it. Words just flow.
Yesterday I wrote a very clumsy answer to the amazing poem of Matsuo Bashô that goes like this: Kane kiete hana no ka wa tsuku yûbe kana 鐘消えて 花の香は撞く 夕哉, and that could be translated as follows:
Well, my stuff is wordy, much more lyrical and passionate (can't help it too, too French to be distant and cold). In French, it sounds like this:
La voix ronde
De la cloche
A la bouche de la lune
Je te bois
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
Pachinko life. For Peter.
Monday, April 17, 2006
Le printemps qui est Toi
Blossoms, Bold Buddhas
Today I started with my usual visit to the Station singing my top chart song and waiting to see how long they would let the Zen Diva do its own thing in the busy corridor. Not long this time, Folks, a rough hour and I was out.
So I decided to make my way to the path of philosophy where i went for an orgy of blossoms and gardens.
I visited Gingakuji that I always find crowded and very disappointing. Then, went to a more discrete and atmospheric temple, Honen In, but could not resist ending up in one of my favorite temples ( with Koto In) Eikando Zenrinji, a Jodo sect temple, home of the "Looking back Amida". There, the atmosphere and the faith are vibrant. Eventually, I visited various temples of Nanzenji and their stunning gardens.
Everytime, I went in free, for I was wearing my full Takuhatsu gear: kolomo, kesa, gasa (hat)...
The true joys of this day were to walk ten hours in my waraji, these incredible straw sandals, more comfortable that you would think; to sit peacefully and sing various sutra in front of many Jizo and Amida. You see, I really would like to do that sort of thing in front of real people but, this time, they would certainly think that I am a complete nut. So, I do it to statues instead...
Could I be as brave and bold as blossoms falling without minding where they go?
One more thing about this experience: touching blossoms, being touched by them, begging under blossoms falling, nothing get into your bowl but whirling petals. What else could I wish for? Yes! I know...So do you. But shush!... Not a word! Let's see what comes now.
PS: I went back to where I met Kannon-granny yesterday... Amazing! The place has turned into a building site with ten very serious and dedicated japanese workers digging away the pavement.
OK, now I, know, that's true, that old funny mad looking lady was...At least, she is It for me.