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ATTACHMENT
Every day we sit,
only with our faith.
yet not leave the company of our
awaiting the bell.
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MORNING STAR
The house is silent, the walls
always there,
as the light spreads all around.
Everything is about to begin this new day and every day full of unspoken
wonders of invisible
surprises. All
still asleep. While I do zazen
rises a poem.
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a time when the mind (not) reconcile the opposing leaves.
Everything passes, everything changes
remains And only the Lord Movement
rooted to the spot where I am sitting still.
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In tonight
also worried about the tree,
in gusts,
in the wind of my thoughts.
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Two crows discussing,
the noise of a plane,
play of shadows on the ground,
wind in the leaves and the stars invisible
day. All this together is
to this body and mind sitting
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The wind that runs through the woods
suggests that thought is pure movement: the incessant
take shape and disapparire
cell, life,
of stars, mountains and ideas.
So, in and out from the mirror
all sprouts,
the leaves fall and are swept away.
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Thanks to these thousand books,
in an odyssey of intellect,
I found that the truth lives in the belly.
told me the silence,
as a sound on the other shore,
that I heard on this side of this ocean of words.
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The silence of the night
embroiders a nightingale.
listening to the nuts
hung out to dry.
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Sitting With the nuts hung out to dry
share their silence
and soundness of these axes.
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Sometimes peace, light
hole in the clouds of confusion.
oasis of serenity
between demands clarity.
not an answer
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songs of frogs, with birds and crickets, rustling leaves
and memories of yesterday
flow between the nostrils while
observe the breath.
the solid as a mountain wind blows
summer. Similar to sand walls
immersed in the creations of thought
dissolve the waves of life. And there is a
which is still, sitting still in this half hour
timeless
of zazen.
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This morning I had a good meditation
While outside the wind blew, the rain beat
and the work waiting. And I
happy to be sitting here.
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