The Buddha, The Dharma, The Sangha

"Spiritual powers and their wondrous functioning--hauling water and carrying firewood." --Layman Pang, upon his realization

Saturday, April 19, 2014

A Date


The first seated takes the chance he'll be
stood up.  She's getting on with the hope she may
get off. One and one make one
in this riddle.  Or, more closely, comedy routine:
first, impressions; second, observations.
Impolite to have thirds.  Bachelors and bachelorettes
beware: more than tonight they can mess up your order.
Who would go for the lobster expects the claws.
No pet allowed, keep you shirt on , places this strict--
like loony bins--require a jacket, sir.  Mark sudden pauses,
gaps in the flap, commas where a sutra might be....
and what shall we make of it, love, perhaps?
What elevator is this anyway, that even the prospect
of going down has made you high?


                                                        What're you on?





--Kevin McFadden


Friday, April 18, 2014



Mind itself is luminous and clear, like immeasurable space, and any feeling, thought, or memory within it is like a cloud in a clear sky.  Clouds have many shapes and qualities, and so do our thoughts and emotions.  But clouds do not change the sky.


--Lama Tsultrim Allione

Friday, April 4, 2014



Every Child


Every child has known God,
Not the God of names,
Not the God of don'ts,
Not the God who ever does anything weird,
But the God who knows only four words
And keeps repeating them, saying:
"Come Dance with Me, come dance."


--Hafiz

Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Day 14 of the Spring Ango--Poetry In The Air




O sweet spontaneous
earth how often have
the 
doting

fingers of
prurient philosophers pinched
and
poked

thee
,has the naughty thumb
of science
prodded
thy

beauty, how
often have religions taken
then upon their scraggy knees
squeezing and

buffeting thee that thou mightiest conceive
gods
(but
true

to the incomparable
couch of death thy
rhythmic
lover

thou answerest

them only with

spring)



--e e cummings

O sweet spontaneous was originally published in The Dial, Volume LXVlll, Number 5 (May 1920).
New York:  The Dial Publishing Co., Inc.