Change the century The locale & Shakyamuni Leaves wife & child in Detroit Shaves his head & walks Highways, cafés Crowds along the beach Where to try austerities unseen? Or with like-minded?A lot more suffering in our times A lot more craving to set aside Still–lumber barons notwithstanding– The woods hold refuge White pine & … More Dharma Poem: Shakyamuni Leaves Detroit
I wear a coat of many colors transparent as a rainbow a big coat that fills the universe & keeps me warm. Here! You can have it. Dotted with stars sand along the waters’ edge mountains artfully displayed sewn from my teacher’s words the only clothes that fit. © June 8, 2014 Carolyn White
How do I start? the disciple asked. Where do I enter the practice of Zen? Do you hear the stream’s murmur? the master said. There you may enter. Had they stood beside a busy road the answer is the same: enter the sound of traffic or the cry of a child or a siren’s wail. … More Dharma Poem: The Practice of Zen
