Monday, July 21, 2008

a bit more of that empty stuff

To birds invitation
the space shines
empty seal

Abbots and rebels
tumble down
the same mountain

Made of twigs, fogs
and frogs
the true temple

Your thoughts and mine
and in our very hearts
who minds?

Monday, July 14, 2008

Three little summer poems

A pine-tree stands in the cold winter. Eihei Taizen, old man.

L’ encre et la nuée


Un rouleau

Ink and cloud


A scroll


Le pin

Depose son ombre

De lune



Drops its



Du s’asseoir-Zen

On ne peut

Rien dire


About sitting-Zen

One cannot

say anything