Best Buddhism Poems

I looked at the horrible faces,
agnostic,
I look at the beautiful faces,
pristine,
I looked for a summer in the midst of winter,
and for repose in a gruelling duel with death and oblivion.

I looked for salvation,
looked outside the door for breath and bread.

I looked towards the sun, 
and...

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know thyself; is your life on the right track
aligned with, refined by, the principles of dharma
refrain, abstain, be kind and be calmer
meditate, seek meaning: find moral momentum
all actions count on this trip to nirvana...

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In Mahayana Buddhism, a bodhisattva is an enlightened person who gives up his personal salvation in order to save all living beings through mercy.

To hear, to ignore the consequences,
to give up everything, to sever ties
with common sense, to go along with senses
which choose the bumpy...

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Climbing up
The rugged slope
I follow a rope of mountain creek a map has never found

Cold rapid pulse
I hold from its succulent wrist

Cup my thirst
To the empty canteen of my hands

Sip to lips

My body vibrating against the loose blue canopy
Overhead
Heart pounding
Out of breath

I slip
From the beating...

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I mean,
seriously?

Talk about
boundary issues!

I get it, 
why the 7th multicultural value,
and most recent
to finally make it in
to sacred UniversalYang/UnitarianYintegral
iconology,
doxology,
eulogy,
ecotherapeutic theology,
green ecofeminist ecology,
declares our polypathic RESPECT
for our interdependent sacred web
of life
reincarnating win/win love

As in,
could Elder EarthMothers
get a little RESPECT?

Which just might not fail to mention
that AnthroSupremacists...

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The snow's drifting
my mind's drifting...

Five foot bamboo
now stands at two
under blizzard's remains
measuring maybe three.

Here in the bamboo garden,
bowed but unbowed
by Winter's weight,
the evergreen kisses 
its own feet, the Earth
altar receives prostrations.

There's a Buddha in there
somewhere.

The snow, Oh-so pure
so white, so tailored to fit,
every nook, every...

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Only a moment,
So quickly passing away:
Waves on the ocean.
...

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Continuation of stories about Sariputra


Once a jerk came to Sariputra and asked him: 

- You say the same goal has different ways to reach: a good man follows the path of virtue; a yogi seeks solitude; a philosopher goes to the library and a believer...

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I
Alan Watts says we live forever
In children if we can bear
There is no joy in going on, ever
And ever as a dying tree or flower

II
He was a brilliant Brit, knew nirvana!
Died as American, in California
Barely making 59 years, once pastor
Presbyterian in Pennsylvania

III
I need to research...

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Once Sariputra has paid a visit to the UN meeting.

- Social justice remains an elusive dream for poor people around the world, - the first speaker said.

- Besides economic efficiency, side effects, funding mechanisms and political feasibility that can be taken into account, - the...

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I'm woozy with the uncertainties of life. 
I'm staggering back and forth, 
slamming into one wall and then another. 
I cling to a banister 
wondering how it can be 
that I'm even alive.  
Bitter to be still living. 
Grateful to have survived so long....

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The Buddha insists on the absence of ‘I'.
We banish the self if we ardently try.
I’ve done meditation
and hoped for salvation.
So who became Buddhist?  The Buddha — not I....

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I Babies Had IT
Before the tomb, we must understand the WOMB
Where as babies we are ONE with our environment
It took time to assert, "Me and mine," creating "others"
Sadly, babies had no power, or voice, to teach a parent
OCEANIC thinking, not boxes-thinking, so-called science
That destroys to...

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I sit under the trees

Later
My neighbor said
“I enjoyed watching you pray.”

“What do you mean?”

“You sat there so still
Head tilted up for a very long time.”

“I suppose so
But actually I was entranced
By the crowns of the Oaks sweeping the sky
And that Cooper’s Hawk nest along for...

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Once Sariputra was attending a sort of book event: a dozen of young writers, men and women, met up on Wednesday of every week and read each other texts upon an actual literature. Sitting across a very open, a very red dress which sounded like...

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