Practice

Pull taught the bow,
Of meditation practice,
Focus the mind,
Which is freed of thoughts,
Release the arrow,
Singing through the air,
To strike the target,
Which shatters delusion.

~Dedication to continued meditation practice.

Winter

Suddenly . . .
There are fewer hummingbirds,
Has winter arrived?

~Dedicated to the changing seasons.

Tea

Warm water poured,
The agony of the leaves,
Sipping from the cup.

~Dedicated to the enjoyment of great tea.

A Fly

Afternoon heat,
A fly sticks to paper,
The buzzing sound.

~Dedicated to the known and unknown.

Tea

Tea . . . surrendering,
Leaves uncurling in the cup,
Their love is released.

~Dedicated to the life of tea.

The Buddha Way

The Way is a living Being,
Our practice is letting go,
Manifesting the activity,
Of all Buddhas and Bodhisattvas.

~Dedicatied to true practice.

Practice

The body is the gateway,
To calmness and tranquility.
The heart is the gateway,
To acceptance and love,
The mind is the gateway,
To the realm of not knowing,
Practice is the gateway,
Of all Buddhas and Bodhisattvas.

~Dedicated to the Practice of the Buddha Way