I love zen poems

O bush warblers!
Now you’ve shit all over
my rice cake on the porch

How can I possibly sleep
This moonlit evening?
Come, my friends,
Let’s sing and dance
All night long.

I watch people in the world Throw away their lives lusting after things,
Never able to satisfy their desires,
Falling into deeper despair And torturing themselves.
Even if they get what they want
How long will they be able to enjoy it?
For one heavenly pleasure
They suffer ten torments of hell,
Binding themselves more firmly to the grindstone.
Such people are like monkeys
Frantically grasping for the moon in the water
And then falling into a whirlpool.
How endlessly those caught up in the floating world suffer.
Despite myself,
I fret over them all night
And cannot staunch my flow of tears.

My legacy -- What will it be?
Flowers in spring, The cuckoo in summer,
And the crimson maples Of autumn...

Comments

justrose said…
zen poems are the best.