Sky is heating up.
Earth is heating up. Glaciers
recede in Winter.
Archive for March, 2009
Global Warming Haiku
Monday, March 23rd, 2009Continuation Meditation
Tuesday, March 3rd, 2009Continuation Meditation
[Wake the BELL]
[One Breath]
[BELL]
[Three Breaths]
[BELL]
[Three Breaths]
[BELL]
[Three Breaths]
listen, listen,
this wonderful sound brings me back to
my true home.
[BELL]
breathing in I know that I am breathing in.
breathing out I know that I am breathing out.
[BELL]
in out
deep, slow
calm, ease
smile, release
present moment, wonderful moment
[BELL]
who am I?
what is “me”?
my eyes are not me
my ears are not me
my nose, my tongue, my body and my mind
are not me
that which i see is not me
that which i hear is not me
that which i smell, taste, touch and think are not me
seeing is not me
hearing is not me
smelling, tasting, touching, and thinking are not me
the element of earth is not me
the elements water, fire, air, space and consciousness are not me
i am not bound or restrained by the elements
birth and death cannot touch me
i smile because i have never been born
and i will never die
birth does not give me existence
death does not give me existence
death does not take existence away
with inspiration i continue
with expiration i continue
[BELL]
[Three Breaths]
[BELL]
[Three Breaths]
[BELL]
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-dennis landi © 2009
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Note:
The main part of the above text was adapted from Thich Nhat Hahn’s “Old Path, White Clouds”, Chapter: “Tears of Happiness”, where Saraputra ministers to the dying Sudata.
Buddha Path Haiku 2009
Tuesday, March 3rd, 2009Buddha Path Haiku
To Patna we came
Where the Buddha’s ashes lay
And his stone likeness
To Bimbasara’s
Kingdom, we took a bus.
The Bamboo Grove was cool.
And Vulture Peak,
Where Tathagata walked, rose
Above the rocky plain.
And then Nalanda
Manifested, a university
Of the Buddha. Gone.
To Bodh Gaya, we bused.
Mahabodhi Temple was
A coral reef of Buddhism.
Tonglen Meditation
Taught me that the Tibetans
Know something about Mind.
At Sarnath the Stupa
Rose above our sangha, as
Shantum spread the dharma.
And Varanasi
Hummed like a sitar wind.
“… mahadevi shambho…”
-dennis landi © 2009
