~Zen Mountain~

[My Erotic Tale]

Hey, I like this ZMP, especially the 'It races to the edge ' stanza—what were you looking at with such a keen view?

hey neo~

I had a poem I wrote ten years ago or so about the whole forest was seeting a rythym and song with the dew drops that fall in sinc for a nature song, telling dew about it after a quick spat about that poem this poem brewed and the Du, brought it to boil in a conversation we had so she is the muse for this one, but...
to answer your question...
I get in my car every morning, and the condinsation is a wet windshield as I start the car and the moisture <dew drops> like they race each other down the windshield, in a race to where the earth? I get on the road and see the mist, fog moisture rising right! racing to heaven <grinin>

 

[My Erotic Tale]

live to die or dieing to live


life in every breath

 

[bluerains]

I wrote this

Absolutly beautiful Rain... one of yours??? The last few lines seem familar... either way just stunning. I also love Diane Ackerman's NHof the senses.. I wrote a small article on Touch after reading it...
Du~
For a friend who is allowing himself to be taken over by his mum...37 and never married...she rules his whole life and is ruining a fullfilling life...
thanks for all the nice mentions and your lovely comments..you are a blessing on this Sunday eve....take care and may your feet dance in the view of your highest light in all ways always....blue
Just in case you may want to read it..
The Basic Need for Touch

 

[Du Lac]

wonderful blue... ty for your kind comments... I was once like your friend and broke free.. a soul wretching thing to do.. divided between loyalty to ones mother who gave us birth.. and loyality to oneself...
I send your friends blessings of strength love and courage..
du~

 

[My Erotic Tale]

It is better to see a grand mountain from afar
than to be up close and unable to see it at all

 

[bluerains]

Tzu...

Treat those who are good with goodness, and also treat those who are not good with goodness. Thus goodness is attained. Be honest to those who are honest, and be also honest to those who are not honest. Thus honesty is attained.
Lao Tzu....

 

[Du Lac]

Like the empty sky it has no boundaries,
Yet it is right in this place, ever profound and clear.
When you seek to know it, you cannot see it.
You cannot take hold of it,
But you cannot lose it.
In not being able to get it, you get it.
When you are silent, it speaks;
When you speak, it is silent.
The great gate is wide open to bestow alms,
And no crowd is blocking the way.
-"Cheng-tao Ke"(translated by Alan Watts in The Way of Zen).



If you work on your mind with your mind
How can you avoid an immense confusion?
-Seng-Ts'an

 

[bluerains]

wow Du

Like the empty sky it has no boundaries,
Yet it is right in this place, ever profound and clear.
When you seek to know it, you cannot see it.
You cannot take hold of it,
But you cannot lose it.
In not being able to get it, you get it.
When you are silent, it speaks;
When you speak, it is silent.
The great gate is wide open to bestow alms,
And no crowd is blocking the way.
-"Cheng-tao Ke"(translated by Alan Watts in The Way of Zen).



If you work on your mind with your mind
How can you avoid an immense confusion?

-Seng-Ts'an

this inspired a quick write....


let the sky be your
ceiling
and sand be your floor
open up your heart
become an unlocked door
stand within your flaws
correcting each design
be that pristine palace
already in your mind

rough draft feel free to edit and add....thanks for your inspiring ways...blue

 

[Du Lac]

great blue... love it.. will you go to chasin chickens and take a look at my poem Medusa's chant... would be nice to have another take a peek and tell me if it is comprehensive or not.. since I write is such a strange fashion..
du~

 

[bluerains]

great message, although

great blue... love it.. will you go to chasin chickens and take a look at my poem Medusa's chant... would be nice to have another take a peek and tell me if it is comprehensive or not.. since I write is such a strange fashion..
du~

these kinds of writes tend to be difficult for some unless the do the research into lillith and such and the mary Magdalene ...linege and understanding the history and female linege of Christ himself as being born of linege of female rebels such as Bathsheba and such...but, with the large awareness of the book Divinci code...is opening the door a bit....lol/blue

 

[Du Lac]

these kinds of writes tend to be difficult for some unless the do the research into lillith and such and the mary Magdalene ...linege and understanding the history and female linege of Christ himself as being born of linege of female rebels such as Bathsheba and such...but, with the large awareness of the book Divinci code...is opening the door a bit....lol/blue

lol blue.. the davinci code.. I have not even read as of yet.. I have been researching this for around 7 years or so.. started with my Shakespearen studies of the female in his plays... I found that they were first redemptions of Eve.. and then as I researched I discovered it was deeper than that... redemptions of the trinity (ancient views.. Inanna, Isis, etc...) yes I am a deep one lol..
thank you for your help..

PS.. the davinci code is just a modern day communication device of cryptic ancient truths to reach the masses... many artists did this through out the ages... I feel Miltion did it in Paradise Lost... Shakespeare in his plays... Durher in his engravings... just something that has been going on for years and years.... to open minds to the ancient voice.... OMG off on a rant now..
ty
Du~

 

[bluerains]

yes as I,

there is no genealogy more important than Christ's. Matthew (recording Joseph's line) establishes Christ's legal kingly credentials, while Luke (recording Mary's line) establishes Christ's role as Messiah for all of mankind. Luke records four female ancestors, Tamar, Rahab, Ruth, and the wife of Uriah (Bath Sheba). Three out of the four were Gentiles and three out of the four had glaring sexual problems, all four demonstrating exemplary qualities: intense loyalty to the covenant: Tamar, reminding Judah of his covenant responsibility, Rahab demonstrating sterling belief and faith, Ruth demonstrating loyalty and faithfulness to a promise, and Bathsheba's loyalty to the Davidic covenant. yet , the linege is vital to the coming of the age of the feminine...and the great healing from the false and corrupt works that changed the world into boundaries and borders...and kept the female under the heel of man...omg there I go on now...wheres my flame thrower...blue

lol blue.. the davinci code.. I have not even read as of yet.. I have been researching this for around 7 years or so.. started with my Shakespearen studies of the female in his plays... I found that they were first redemptions of Eve.. and then as I researched I discovered it was deeper than that... redemptions of the trinity (ancient views.. Inanna, Isis, etc...) yes I am a deep one lol..
thank you for your help..

PS.. the davinci code is just a modern day communication device of cryptic ancient truths to reach the masses... many artists did this through out the ages... I feel Miltion did it in Paradise Lost... Shakespeare in his plays... Durher in his engravings... just something that has been going on for years and years.... to open minds to the ancient voice.... OMG off on a rant now..
ty
Du~

 

[Du Lac]

there is no genealogy more important than Christ's. Matthew (recording Joseph's line) establishes Christ's legal kingly credentials, while Luke (recording Mary's line) establishes Christ's role as Messiah for all of mankind. Luke records four female ancestors, Tamar, Rahab, Ruth, and the wife of Uriah (Bath Sheba). Three out of the four were Gentiles and three out of the four had glaring sexual problems, all four demonstrating exemplary qualities: intense loyalty to the covenant: Tamar, reminding Judah of his covenant responsibility, Rahab demonstrating sterling belief and faith, Ruth demonstrating loyalty and faithfulness to a promise, and Bathsheba's loyalty to the Davidic covenant. yet , the linege is vital to the coming of the age of the feminine...and the great healing from the false and corrupt works that changed the world into boundaries and borders...and kept the female under the heel of man...omg there I go on now...wheres my flame thrower...blue

yes Blue.. and this is what I am writing about in this work ... the first part started in Apostles of her Gnostic Truth.. which is about Lilith... I also wrote of this in Quezcoatl sings.. which is Aztec... when two become one then the trinity can heal.. lol.. me and my beliefs.. so scattered..but revealed from the deep voice within.. always learning
du~
ps I have to say that I do not believe that the feminine is kept under the heel of man... it is just part of the pendulum.. the balancing of power.. female held first.. then male... now swing to the center for the balance to reign...it is as it should be all cycles... end is a start and start an end..
du~

 

[My Erotic Tale]

wow where did you find this <grin>
right up my alley...loved all these, ya'll~

Like the empty sky it has no boundaries,
Yet it is right in this place, ever profound and clear.
When you seek to know it, you cannot see it.
You cannot take hold of it,
But you cannot lose it.
In not being able to get it, you get it.
When you are silent, it speaks;
When you speak, it is silent.
The great gate is wide open to bestow alms,
And no crowd is blocking the way.
-"Cheng-tao Ke"(translated by Alan Watts in The Way of Zen).



If you work on your mind with your mind
How can you avoid an immense confusion?
-Seng-Ts'an

 

[Du Lac]

no-mind

The flower invites the butterfly with no-mind;
The butterfly visits the flower with no-mind.
The flower opens, the butterfly comes;
The butterfly comes, the flower opens.
I don't know others,
Others don't know me.
By not-knowing we follow nature's course.

from "Dewdrops on a Lotus Leaf" translated by John Stevens

 

[bluerains]

holy man

Word spread across the countryside about the wise Holy Man who lived in a small house atop the mountain. A man from the village decided to make the long and difficult journey to visit him.


When he arrived at the house, he saw an old servant inside who greeting him at the door.


"I would like to see the wise Holy Man," he said to the servant.


The servant smiled and led him inside. As they walked through the house, the man from the village looked eagerly around the house, anticipating his encounter with the Holy Man.


Before he knew it, he had been led to the back door and escorted outside. He stopped and turned to the servant,


"But I want to see the Holy Man!"


"You already have," said the old man. "Everyone you may meet in life, even if they appear plain and insignificant... see each of them as a wise Holy Man. If you do this, then whatever problem you brought here today will be solved."

 

[My Erotic Tale]

ya'll are too cool

I wrote this in a PM to Du so this would be another
poem inspired by the Du so Du is a Muse <grin>
and a holy man <bigrin>

this poem is not complete but a cute little phraes <grin>
(I think)

what was god thinking
when he made a beatle
I would really like to know
this simple little riddle

after only a few steps
the beatle falls over
caught on its back
can't get back turned over

I feel it's a test
that god does bestow
to see who even
looks that low

Who will help this creature
back on its path
turned back around
and away in the grass

and who will not see
this creatures struggle
walking and squash
a gooey bug puddle

 

[The Poets]

bumping

 

[bluerains]

finding your butterfly....

ya'll are too cool

I wrote this in a PM to Du so this would be another
poem inspired by the Du so Du is a Muse <grin>
and a holy man <bigrin>

this poem is not complete but a cute little phraes <grin>
(I think)

what was god thinking
when he made a beatle
I would really like to know
this simple little riddle

after only a few steps
the beatle falls over
caught on its back
can't get back turned over

I feel it's a test
that god does bestow
to see who even
looks that low

Who will help this creature
back on its path
turned back around
and away in the grass

and who will not see
this creatures struggle
walking and squash
a gooey bug puddle

you just have a real and natural spiral to your pen...guess thats why you like writing zen...oops..now thats a rhyme...hee ..hee..
I was a bit bipolar about talking to you about the old pilot..he is contains within that pattern many learning and many hard learnings...but,, I need to remember at times
just not to become in apathy of today....a litte zen 4 ur day...


Dreaming

The great Taoist master Chuang Tzu once dreamt that he was a butterfly fluttering here and there. In the dream he had no awareness of his individuality as a person. He was only a butterfly. Suddenly, he awoke and found himself laying there, a person once again.

But then he thought to himself,

"Was I before a man who dreamt about being a butterfly, or am I now a butterfly who dreams about being a man?"

 

[Du Lac]

Samurai death poetry

Nogi Maresuke
The next two poems were written during the Russo-Japanese war in 1904. The first one written near the beginning of the campaign, and the next on his way home with his troops. Nogi Maresuke was the commanding General.

Mountain and river, grass and tree, grow more barren;
for ten miles winds smell of blood in the fresh battlefield.
Conquering horses do not advance nor do men talk;
outside Jinzhou Castle, I stand in the setting sun.

Emperor's army, a million, conquered the powerful foe;
field battles and fort assaults made mountains of corpses.
Ashamed - how can I face there fathers, grandfathers?
We triumph today?

 

[My Erotic Tale]

Nogi Maresuke
The next two poems were written during the Russo-Japanese war in 1904. The first one written near the beginning of the campaign, and the next on his way home with his troops. Nogi Maresuke was the commanding General.

Mountain and river, grass and tree, grow more barren;
for ten miles winds smell of blood in the fresh battlefield.
Conquering horses do not advance nor do men talk;
outside Jinzhou Castle, I stand in the setting sun.

Emperor's army, a million, conquered the powerful foe;
field battles and fort assaults made mountains of corpses.
Ashamed - how can I face there fathers, grandfathers?
We triumph today?

when I wrote ...the lucky ones
I didn't think I put enough to instill the feel of the 'mountains of corpses'
I felt this poem down to the bone
not a grinin bone either <grin>

thanks Du

thanks blue
I like the butterfly man man butterfly tale!

 

[bluerains]

du, ~A~

your zen brightens the day...thanks for the smiles/

More Is Not Enough



There was once a stone cutter who was dissatisfied with himself and with his position in life. One day he passed a wealthy merchant's house. Through the open gateway, he saw many fine possessions and important visitors. "How powerful that merchant must be!" thought the stone cutter. He became very envious and wished that he could be like the merchant.


To his great surprise, he suddenly became the merchant, enjoying more luxuries and power than he had ever imagined, but envied and detested by those less wealthy than himself. Soon a high official passed by, carried in a sedan chair, accompanied by attendants and escorted by soldiers beating gongs. Everyone, no matter how wealthy, had to bow low before the procession. "How powerful that official is!" he thought. "I wish that I could be a high official!"


Then he became the high official, carried everywhere in his embroidered sedan chair, feared and hated by the people all around. It was a hot summer day, so the official felt very uncomfortable in the sticky sedan chair. He looked up at the sun. It shone proudly in the sky, unaffected by his presence. "How powerful the sun is!" he thought. "I wish that I could be the sun!"


Then he became the sun, shining fiercely down on everyone, scorching the fields, cursed by the farmers and laborers. But a huge black cloud moved between him and the earth, so that his light could no longer shine on everything below. "How powerful that storm cloud is!" he thought. "I wish that I could be a cloud!"


Then he became the cloud, flooding the fields and villages, shouted at by everyone. But soon he found that he was being pushed away by some great force, and realized that it was the wind. "How powerful it is!" he thought. "I wish that I could be the wind!"


Then he became the wind, blowing tiles off the roofs of houses, uprooting trees, feared and hated by all below him. But after a while, he ran up against something that would not move, no matter how forcefully he blew against it - a huge, towering rock. "How powerful that rock is!" he thought. "I wish that I could be a rock!"


Then he became the rock, more powerful than anything else on earth. But as he stood there, he heard the sound of a hammer pounding a chisel into the hard surface, and felt himself being changed. "What could be more powerful than I, the rock?" he thought.


He looked down and saw far below him the figure of a stone cutter.

 

[bluerains]

zero one

experience is
language understanding self
as programed units

 

[My Erotic Tale]

your zen brightens the day...thanks for the smiles/

More Is Not Enough



There was once a stone cutter who was dissatisfied with himself and with his position in life. One day he passed a wealthy merchant's house. Through the open gateway, he saw many fine possessions and important visitors. "How powerful that merchant must be!" thought the stone cutter. He became very envious and wished that he could be like the merchant.


To his great surprise, he suddenly became the merchant, enjoying more luxuries and power than he had ever imagined, but envied and detested by those less wealthy than himself. Soon a high official passed by, carried in a sedan chair, accompanied by attendants and escorted by soldiers beating gongs. Everyone, no matter how wealthy, had to bow low before the procession. "How powerful that official is!" he thought. "I wish that I could be a high official!"


Then he became the high official, carried everywhere in his embroidered sedan chair, feared and hated by the people all around. It was a hot summer day, so the official felt very uncomfortable in the sticky sedan chair. He looked up at the sun. It shone proudly in the sky, unaffected by his presence. "How powerful the sun is!" he thought. "I wish that I could be the sun!"


Then he became the sun, shining fiercely down on everyone, scorching the fields, cursed by the farmers and laborers. But a huge black cloud moved between him and the earth, so that his light could no longer shine on everything below. "How powerful that storm cloud is!" he thought. "I wish that I could be a cloud!"


Then he became the cloud, flooding the fields and villages, shouted at by everyone. But soon he found that he was being pushed away by some great force, and realized that it was the wind. "How powerful it is!" he thought. "I wish that I could be the wind!"


Then he became the wind, blowing tiles off the roofs of houses, uprooting trees, feared and hated by all below him. But after a while, he ran up against something that would not move, no matter how forcefully he blew against it - a huge, towering rock. "How powerful that rock is!" he thought. "I wish that I could be a rock!"


Then he became the rock, more powerful than anything else on earth. But as he stood there, he heard the sound of a hammer pounding a chisel into the hard surface, and felt himself being changed. "What could be more powerful than I, the rock?" he thought.


He looked down and saw far below him the figure of a stone cutter.

That was a good read <grin> and great perspective <smile>

I'll have to find it in a note book I have and transfer it but I wrote
one (this one reminded me of) about a man wanting to be an eagle.

 

[Sabina_Tolchovsky]

Pale sunlight,
pale the wall.

Love moves away.
the light changes.

I need more grace
than I thought.

Rumi
13th century sufi mystic