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The stars nestle in the corner, beside the plump moon,
Disturbed by the sheet of inky blackness being pulled unhurriedly across the expansive sky.
The days are growing shorter, the temperature feels a little colder.
The trees are dancing amicably, a sea of red and gold leaves pirouetting towards the waiting floor.
In lively pockets throughout the globe, a festival is occurring.
One which encourages the unity of several religions;
Hinduism, Jainism, Sikhism and Buddhism too.
For five days, celebrations are rife, differing slightly, but following the same theme.
Dhanteras comes first; cleaning rituals commence, gold items must be bought,
Then comes Naraka Chaturdashi, pray for ancestral souls.
Third, is Lakshmi Puja, when the diyas are lit, clay lamps filled with oil
Allowed to burn brightly through the full moon,
Their presence an honour towards Lakshmi, bringing wealth.
Fourth is Govardhan Puja, religious ceremonies are performed.
Finally, Bhai Dooj celebrates the bond between siblings, unbreakable through strength.
Every Autumn, Diwali arrives, with colours so vibrant,
The peace and unity it creates, an inspiration to all.
In the breath of seconds, where Coltrane's music in silence meets sound/
Sonny Rollins ' Buddha thought Jazz flows like a river, unbound and profound/
Improv, give the drummer some Mike Clark's sacred dance beat on the edge of now/
echoes the Buddha’s truth—how to be, how and now simply/
Herbie’s keys whisper secrets of the eternal present, while Coltrane’s horn soul soars—love supreme, transcendent/
Wayne’s Emanon, a mantra of self and beyond, journeying into Nichiren's Buddhist sacred pond/
Meditation’s stillness is a fertile ground to ignite the jazz flight/ Notes bloom like lotuses in the quiet of the night/
Both paths converge—music and mind—one breath, unfolding the cosmos, escaping death/
In the stillness of the moment, the universe reveals its face. No need for judgment, just pure grace. Jazz and Buddhism, a union of the free,
Beyond consciousness to a Buddha's enlightenment/
Sitting under the Bodhi Tree/
Straight ahead into the real/
A free jazz collective to attachment and non-attachment to the jazz note you just played/
Take your giant steps on the stage of thought/
Let your music take action as a serenade to what is now/
But after leaving no trace of self and no shadow of the jazz notes you just played/
Skinny in youth thick in later days
Champion for truth despite delays
As a late bloomer in thought process
Born to a baby boomer and so blessed
Believed in God but didn’t get much church
Felt so odd how the church clicks work
Rather open to explore other fuchsia faiths
Went to the mosque just couldn’t be great
And with Buddhism she felt all a glow
But she still identified as a Christian so
Perhaps it’s true train up a child
But her training was unique and mild
For she recalled Bootsy’s Rubber Band
And Stevie Nicks, Stevie Wonder on hand
Music was the church in her life
She was a cool nerd never a wife
A poet who sucked at math in her head
But like a mom stretched a penny till it’s dead
Had many jobs, but a mom and proud to be
Not afraid of death for it is purple peace
By Phan Tan Hai
Forty years like a dream—
shaking off the dust of distant roads;
a faint trace still lingers,
tea-scent deep upon the lashes.
More than sixty passing years,
books read as countless as forests;
once hearing thunder split the peaks,
the mountains broke—fragrance filled the sky.
Returning, hearing the wind breathe,
sweeping through lifetimes of ignorance;
each page of Nguyen Tho’s words
stops mid-flight, as birds listen to the sutra.
Long miles walked without weariness,
the clouds of Tu Luc still drifting;
copying sutras in mist-like lines,
fragrance steeped into the slender strokes.
— March 2017. Respectfully offered to Venerable Nguyen Tho Thich Tu Luc on the fortieth anniversary of his ordination.
SUNFLOWERS AND THE BUDDHA JAZZ LIGHT
Inner peace, mindfulness, compassion, word sculpturing, and the painting of visual jazz word speak
Ingredients to make your soul Buddha talk/
Herbie Hancock, Charles Lloyd, the Beat poets/
notably Jack Kerouac, Allen Ginsberg, and Gary Snyder, the Dharma Bums, Eastern philosophy/
The Beats were heavily influenced by Zen Buddhism, focusing on direct experience, meditation,
and the transcendence of structured thought/
Some jazz musicians of the 1950's fused the spontaneous energy of bebop jazz with the philosophical tenets of Buddhism/
The spontaneity of Charlie "Bird" Parker's playing merged with Buddhist notions of the "void" or "shunyata," where the improviser
pierces through the silence/
Buddha's breath in petals bright, whispers of mindful light, interconnected, yet free from grasp. a dance of seeds in a cosmic clasp/
Sowing happiness, in the earth's embrace, manifestation's gentle trace, yet in the void, where silence lies, non-existence softly flies/
Modern art, a visual jazz, words sculpted like spiritual pizzazz, inner peace to Eddie Gale,
Compassion spun, a tapestry of the soul begun/
Herbie's keys, a sacred tune, Charlie's sax, a fleeting moon, the Beat poet's rhythmic breath, Zen's deep silence beneath the depth/
Spontaneous, raw, unbound, in the void's embrace, profound, where improvisational jazz is born anew/
Sunflowers and the Jazz Buddha, in harmony's dance, a sacred union of chance and meditative trance/
In every seed, a universe, in every breath, the universe's verse
Zen Nihilism
Zen is a school of Buddhism .
Cessation of sufferings is taught by Buddhism.
Nihilism believes no realism.
At least Buddhism follows some enthusiasm.
Nihilism is based on nothingness.
Buddhism tries to show path of happiness
through wisdom transcending Nirvana, nevertheless.
Both agree concept of existence of God as baseless.
Phenomenon of Nihilism : Secular and atheistic
So Buddhism is considered passively nihilistic.
Nihilists. say, 'Nothing to be considered realistic.
Buddhists say, 'Right and Wrong are two characteristics .
Love, wisdom and purity are concept of Buddhist.
Nihilists don’t believe in moral code on continuity.
Nihilists obey only nothingness as extreme entity.
Buddhists choose midway approach eternity.
"The Colour Guards"
Heaven
came close to me today
I flirted with the idea of it
outrageously
The Colour Guard
kept changing
The metaphysical poet
spoke automatic its message through me
it visualised some kind of new Nirvana
shining through electric spectral colours
held aloft
by the containment emeralds
the ghost writer
enticing me to tear from the limb
most high the gilded eye of mind
ignites through crystalline
from the lowest of low born dreams
the sweetest green apple of its eye
so I took a bite and full-bodied
what was living inside the skin of me
metamorphasized
I came close to heaven today
it flirted with the idea of me outrageously
it spoke to me in cloudy colours
class not out yet for long lost fellows
more lessons coming in
each room by door behind all numbers
the answers
found within
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
"The metaphysical poets were men of learning, and, to show their learning was their whole endeavour; but, unluckily resolving to show it in rhyme, instead of writing poetry, they only wrote verses, and, very often, such verses as stood the trial of the finger better than of the ear; for the modulation was so imperfect, that they were only found to be verses by counting the syllables... The most heterogeneous ideas are yoked by violence together; nature and art are ransacked for illustrations, comparisons, and allusions; their learning instructs, and their subtilty surprises; but the reader commonly thinks his improvement dearly bought, and, though he sometimes admires, is seldom pleased."
nirvana
noun
(in Buddhism)
a transcendent state in which there is neither suffering, desire, nor sense of self, and the subject is released from the effects of karma and the cycle of death and rebirth. It represents the final goal of Buddhism.
"Listening is all well and good", she said.
"Watch and learn, read between the lines;
Morse Code, a gift of Love - for you," she said.
"If we have a cracked vessel we may discard it because of its fault, however, true love is knowing a person’s faults, and loving them even more for them." Quote by: Rabindranath Tagore
The story of "The Cracked Pot" doesn't have a single, definitive origin but is a widely circulated folktale with versions found in various cultures, including India and China. Its roots are most likely ancient, with variations attributed to China, India, Morocco, and even the spiritual tradition of Zen Buddhism. Contest Name: Myth & Memory Sponsor: Vanya Evangeline
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Carrying two large pots, they were heavy for the old lady.
She carried them at twilight when it was cool and shady.
Daily she brought them far to collect water from the stream.
Someone to unburden her, from her load was her dream.
Reaching the stream, she would fill each pot to the brim.
One pot was cracked, chances of it staying full were slim.
She’d empty both pots into a huge tub shaped like a bath.
One pot would be quite full. One leaked and only held half.
Still every day the old lady completed this arduous task.
The leaky pot spoke and said,” I have a question to ask.”
“Aren’t you ashamed of me?”, said the pot with the crack.
“Every day you carry me, yet I only bring half the water back.”
She replied.” Didn’t you noticed I carry you on the same side?
You do a great job and I always carry you with much pride.
You see every day, as I walk back you water each flower.
Your Crack does the job of giving the flowers a shower.
And dear pot, all those colourful flowers as I walk, I adore.
When you were perfect, I loved you, when you were not, I loved you more.”
(“The Particle In The Wave”, 2018, original encaustic)
Down to Zero
In the great equation of Life
Everything eventually cancels out
As it naturally balances
And leaves us down to zero.
From the perspective of static
The dynamic is the illusion
From the perspective of dynamic
The static is the illusion.
Buddhism with its notion of a final Nirvana
Takes the former
Taoism with its effortlessly flowing Wu-Wei
Takes the latter.
That is the East, while in the West
This paradoxical duality is expressed
Succinctly by quantum physics
As the wave and particle nature of light.
The reality is always, of course, different
Than what we think, when we’re at zero
And left with what it means to be alive;
In work or play, depending on our view.
(7/21/25)
He finds himself surrounded
and bound by countless books
with eyes that stare and dare him
to devour every morsel where he looks
at words-paragraphs-and-pages
perched on overburdened wooden planks
throughout his mole hole of a bedroom,
his sanctuary-den in which he
lives, hides, thrives and gives thanks
for the restless urge of writing
yet finding reading more enticing
as the battle of his ageing
raging mind ensues, like two
lovers dancing in the dark,
each hoping to make their mark
before the night is through.
“Theology” by Sheed, is what he thinks he needs
but Socrates and Greek mythology
have keenly caught his eyes,
before touching any titles however,
he pauses briefly to wonder why: Why not
a little Shakespeare, some Dickinson or Thoreau, why not
give astronomy, cosmology or psychology a go?
But then what of Tolkien's "Hobbit" and
"Fellowship of the Ring;"
"The Lost History of Christianity" and Buddhism
could make him sing.
Reading has a way of opening his mind
but he can't seem to think away
the urge to write
against the rising of the tide
as he picks up his pen
and his fingers begin
to fly.