zen

zen

If your mind was like mine
I'd be yours.

Your mind is like mine
and I'm yours.

My mind is like yours
and you're mine.

Only death can make us perfect.

There is no such thing as time.

Zen

 

I wasn't born.
I wasn't there.
The revelation
of the world is wildness.

 

zen

Breathing
is a religion;
there is no simplicity.

 

 

Asking myself
how to reach acceptance
I ruefully reply
There is no way.

 

 

In a world where nothing true is valued
I am happy to be not worth knowing.

 

 

"The sound of one hand clapping":
The amputee applauding war.

 

 

"The sound of one hand clapping":
Masturbation.

 

 

Zen is
what you're sure it's not.

 

 

THE UNMEANING OF LIFE

is that culture
is merely a distraction
from being.

 

 

Bleak December rain,
new moon – and only one sock
in the wash – again.

 

 

Mouldy winter straw
inspires me to consider
old politicians.

 

 

Gazing at brown leaves
perhaps I have understood
what haikai don't say.

 

 

Dead already,
I have no interest
in what has killed me.

 

 

HAIKU REVIEW

Six-
syllable
haiku

NO!

an
eight-
syllable
senryu

 

"Poetry in the Anglosphere seems to be taught as a medium carrying within itself deep meaning,
deep imagery, and abstract symbolism.
As a man who grew up in a Buddhist culture, it is quite counter to my inclination.
Intricacy in poetry seems to me to glorify attachment to meaning, imagery and abstraction.
Buddhists are realists. They say 'my right hand is my right hand' and 'my shit is just shit'.
There is no meaning in meaningfulness.
There is no beauty in the merely beautiful ordering of words.
Fortunately, some poetry outside the Anglosphere seems largely to be free of this tendency,
often displaying admirable qualities of bare-bones realism." - Suchoon Mo

 

You have read nothing before this.

 

 

Z since 4th March 2005en