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#4055 - Monday, October 25, 2010 - Editor: Gloria Lee  

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"Wrapped, surrounded by ten thousand mountains,
Cut off, no place to go....
Until you're here, there's no way to get here.
Once you're here, there's no way to go."

- Yuan Mei
From the book: "The Poetry of Zen," published by Shambhala.

posted to Daily Dharma by Dainen Kelley





Water Lily


My whole life is mine, but whoever says so

will deprive me, for it is infinite.

The ripple of water, the shade of the sky

are mine; it is still the same, my life.


No desire opens me: I am full,

I never close myself with refusal -

in the rhythm of my daily soul

I do not want - I am moved;


By being moved I lay down my vast visions,

making the dreams of night real:

into my body at the bottom of the water

I attract the beyonds of mirrors...


Rainer Maria Rilke


posted by Peter Shefler to Facebook





photos by Alan Larus






Just as a doorman beckons to the passer-by

Inviting him to view the naked ladies,

As a showroom displays the latest models

And a piece of cheese leads the mouse to his certain death

So this glittering bait leads us to a momentary contentment.


Denial of the manifest existence is a further blasphemy

As blasphemous as a shotgun marriage to it.

The intricacy of thought patterns

Taken as real

Are ever more subtle.

 Hook, line and sinker come to mind.


Where does the poor me fit into all this?

Where can the ‘I’ take a rest?

Whose theory or practice will provide liberation from attachment?


A small voice whispers the timeless message

“There is no way out,

There is no ‘I’”


When the cupboard is completely bare

When even the dogs have given up sniffing around

A feast is laid.



Tim Goulding







You are the prophet

You are the scriptures,

The wisdom and the way.

You are the Buddha, the teachings,

The source from which

Abundant Kindness springs.

You are the carefree life.


You are a nobody, a nothing,

With nowhere to go

Nothing to know.

Your greatest asset your helplessness

Your jewel a supreme carelessness.


Swept here and there

By the tides of the world

Blown hither and thither

By chaos and chance

You find no rest

Yet you are rest itself.


In this understanding

A mighty heart is set free

All things fit

Into this order of abandon.



Tim Goulding

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