Hey... I like this one too. Into zen mood.....
Though frosts come down
night after night,
what does it matter?
they melt in the morning sun.
Though the snow falls
each passing year,
what does it matter?
with spring days it thaws.
Yet once let them settle
on a man's head,
fall and pile up,
go on piling up—
then the new year
may come and go,
but never you'll see them fade away
Ryokan
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Zen poetry 2
Mood for more zen........
My house is buried in the deepest recess of the forest
Every year, ivy vines grow longer than the year before.
Undisturbed by the affairs of the world I live at ease,
Woodmen’s singing rarely reaching me through the trees.
While the sun stays in the sky, I mend my torn clothes
And facing the moon, I read holy texts aloud to myself.
Let me drop a word of advice for believers of my faith.
To enjoy life’s immensity, you do not need many things.
My house is buried in the deepest recess of the forest
Every year, ivy vines grow longer than the year before.
Undisturbed by the affairs of the world I live at ease,
Woodmen’s singing rarely reaching me through the trees.
While the sun stays in the sky, I mend my torn clothes
And facing the moon, I read holy texts aloud to myself.
Let me drop a word of advice for believers of my faith.
To enjoy life’s immensity, you do not need many things.
Ryokan
Truly so......but then...... life's wantings never seem to end. Even the sanyaasi wants an audience.
Zen Poetry 1
Too lazy to be ambitious,
I let the world take care of itself.
Ten days' worth of rice in my bag;
a bundle of twigs by the fireplace.
Why chatter about delusion and enlightenment?
Listening to the night rain on my roof,
I sit comfortably, with both legs stretched out.
Ryokan
What profound thought! Sometimes I do feel like this.
Wish it could be more often!
Nay, always!
Not that I am ambitious.
I let the world take care of itself.
Ten days' worth of rice in my bag;
a bundle of twigs by the fireplace.
Why chatter about delusion and enlightenment?
Listening to the night rain on my roof,
I sit comfortably, with both legs stretched out.
Ryokan
What profound thought! Sometimes I do feel like this.
Wish it could be more often!
Nay, always!
Not that I am ambitious.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Billi, my cat
Eliot sings praise to Macavity
and I sing an ode to my foolish one;
I can get away calling her foolish,
it is a pity,
as I think she does not understand me or my tongue!
she came to me when she was a kitten
abandoned on a ledge by her wanderlust mother;
we put up with her feeble cries for days and days on end
trying to feed her bread and milk
but all she wanted
was
to be adopted !
All of eight inches and eyes so wide, she pleaded and pleaded
until I relented.
we brought her home in a little basket
and how we struggled to make he eat!
not eggs, not butter, not milk she wanted
nothing but the most expensive catfood and cheese she coveted!
She brings me many gifts
dead rats to live ones and baby squirrels
snakes and chameleons and bulbul chicks
sometimes roaches, sometimes grasshoppers!
She thinks I will be impressed
and instead gets all the admonishments!
she is now my pet, companion and soul mate,
I have to accept, that to wake up twice a night is my fate,
to open and close, and close and open, the door
for her to enter and leave.
come night, all is forgotten and
nothing but my comforter
is where she loves to snuggle into
and purr and purr
in the middle of the night!
She is my cat Billi, my little grey cat Billi
and I sing an ode to my foolish one;
I can get away calling her foolish,
it is a pity,
as I think she does not understand me or my tongue!
she came to me when she was a kitten
abandoned on a ledge by her wanderlust mother;
we put up with her feeble cries for days and days on end
trying to feed her bread and milk
but all she wanted
was
to be adopted !
All of eight inches and eyes so wide, she pleaded and pleaded
until I relented.
we brought her home in a little basket
and how we struggled to make he eat!
not eggs, not butter, not milk she wanted
nothing but the most expensive catfood and cheese she coveted!
She brings me many gifts
dead rats to live ones and baby squirrels
snakes and chameleons and bulbul chicks
sometimes roaches, sometimes grasshoppers!
She thinks I will be impressed
and instead gets all the admonishments!
she is now my pet, companion and soul mate,
I have to accept, that to wake up twice a night is my fate,
to open and close, and close and open, the door
for her to enter and leave.
come night, all is forgotten and
nothing but my comforter
is where she loves to snuggle into
and purr and purr
in the middle of the night!
She is my cat Billi, my little grey cat Billi
Nature
Have been taking kids on nature walk for the past week. Each day it is a different revelation.
It is fascinating to notice how kids of each group react to nature. The seven year olds to 12 year olds – each group wanting to know different things. The walk we take is the same everyday and yet how we interpret it is so varied.
February, the ideal month to be out in the open. The late sowing of the paddy is – Oh! so lush green to the eyes. Birds galore everywhere. African tulips at their best and, – Palash– is yet to paint the sky orange.
The yellows slowly giving way to reds and Orange ! And, Finally the Gulmohars will take over the red hot Summer!
And then will come the blue monsoon !
It is fascinating to notice how kids of each group react to nature. The seven year olds to 12 year olds – each group wanting to know different things. The walk we take is the same everyday and yet how we interpret it is so varied.
February, the ideal month to be out in the open. The late sowing of the paddy is – Oh! so lush green to the eyes. Birds galore everywhere. African tulips at their best and, – Palash– is yet to paint the sky orange.
The yellows slowly giving way to reds and Orange ! And, Finally the Gulmohars will take over the red hot Summer!
And then will come the blue monsoon !
Trick or Treat
I was born on the Halloween's day. Am I a trick or a treat? He... he...
Can't figure out.
Can't figure out.
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