Coming empty handed, going empty handed- that is human.
When you are born, where do you come from?
When you die, where do you go?
Life is like a floating cloud which appears.
Death is like a floating cloud which disapears.
The floating cloud itself originally does not exisit.
Life and death, coming and going, are also like that.
But there is one thing which always remains clear.
It is pure and clear, not dependant on life and death.
Then what is that one pure and clear thing?
This is a poem from the Zen school..
I am gonig on assignment this weekend to write an article on "temple stay" at SamHwaSa in Gangwon-Do. Its like a retreat only easy I think. I think I may get to see the sea! I'll let you know how it goes. These pics are from the temple 10 mins from my house... I tutor a nice girl there, and occasionaly get some free kimchi for breakfast. Love, Annie
2 comments:
dlove to know poems author
-dad
hi,
what's the name of the temple?
i've just read the following poet(?)
master: how old are u?
attendent: i'm 17
M:is ur body 17 or is ur nature 17?
A:ur hair is already white, so is ur hair white or ur mind white?
M:only my hair is white;my mind is not white
A:my body is 17, it's not the nature that is 17
the master knew he was a vessel of the Dharma and so provided him with full precepts of ordination
i'm waiting for ur article of templestay
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