By John Balaban
Chased by Chinese troops, the monks blinked like owls in the sun sheen abandoning their burning temple...
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- By Britney FrancoMy eyes are on yoursLooking for my body in the dark pools of your pupilsAnd my mind is in a dark suburban...
- By Michael MetivierWhen the townspeoplegave the teenaged Buddhaa glass of wineso delicious he grewto an unthinkable sizeand...
- By David RoderickBasho said to refuse a prayer until its warmth hunches inside like a bird in its hutch. First the fledgling...
- By Sydney LeaMy objectives this morning were vague. As always I'd hike these hills— a way to keep going against the...
- By Gary SnyderAt the last turn in the path “goodbye—” —bending, bowing, (moss and a bit of wild bird-) down. Daitoku...
- By Kobayashi Issa
All the time I pray to Buddha
I keep on
killing mosquitoes. - By Gary SnyderO Wave God who broke through me today Sea Bream massive pink and silver cool swimming down with me watching...
- By Chuang TzuThe non-action of the wise man is not inaction. It is not studied. It is not shaken by anything. The...
- By Marilyn ChinWhy cry over dried flowers? They’re meant to be straw. Why cry over miniature roses? They’re meant to...
- By Richard TagettI like to lie with you wordless on black cloud rooft beach in late june 5 o’clock tempest on clump weed...
- By Dick AllenMake your strokes thus: the horizontal:as a cloud that slowly drifts across the horizon;the vertical: as an ancient but ...
- By Tim DlugosI'm at a double wake in Springfield, for a childhood friend and his father who died years ago. I join...
- By Joanne KygerHe is pruning the privet of sickly sorrow desolation in loose pieces of air he goes clip clip clip ...
- By Diane di PrimaI saw you in green velvet, wide full sleeves seated in front of a fireplace, our house made somehow ...
- By Izumi ShikibuAlthough the wind blows terribly here, the moonlight also leaks between the roof planks of this ruined...
- By Garrett HongoAt six I lived for spells: how a few Hawaiian words could call up the rain, could hymn like the sea ...
- By Li BaiThe birds have vanished down the sky. Now the last cloud drains away. We sit together, the mountain ...
- By Peter PereiraGift of a friend, the stone Buddha sits zazen, prayer beads clutched in his chubby fingers. Through ...
- By Chase TwichellI like to think about the monastery as I’m falling asleep, so that it comes and goes in my mind like...