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@ghost-of-a-duke said
Well, you're a bit needy.

@divegeester said
How so?

@ghost-of-a-duke said
Attention seeking.

@divegeester said
I’m not sure what you are referring to Sir?

A green pine is in the east garden,
But the many grasses obscure it.
A frost wipes out all the other species,
And then I see its magnificent tall branches.
In a forest people do not notice it, but
Standing alone, it is a miracle.
I hang a jug of wine on a cold branch;
Then stand back, and look again and again.
My life spins with dreams and illusions.
Why then be fastened to the world?

~ T’ao Ch’ien

Autumn night, unable to sleep,
I leave my tiny cottage.
Fall insects cry under the rocks, and
The cold branches are sparsely covered.
Far away, from deep in the valley,
The sound of water.
The moon rises slowly over the highest peak;
I stand there quietly for a long time and
My robe becomes moist with dew.

~ Ryokan (1758-1831)

The purpose of a superior person
is as clear as the blue sky
or as bright as the white sun;
it must not be kept from being known.
But the talent of a superior person
is like the jade hidden in a rock
or the pearl covered with a shell;
it must not become easily known.

~ Hung Ying-Ming 1596

The joy of living in seclusion
Deepens as I grow older,
For a new poem is born
Wherever I turn my eyes.
Flowers that withstood the wind
Fall of their own accord;
Thin rain left by clouds
Has not yet cleared.

The frail butterfly over the fence
Has left the twig where it sat,
And the silken dove has flown
From the eave to sing in the woods.
To attain a vision transcending the here and now
Is not my concern:
What I see is much too clear,
As in a mirror

~ Yi Saek (1328-1396)

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on the days my ego thinks the poetry speaks to me, personally, i know i have much work to do
and it's all just letting go

At clear dawn entering the ancient temple,
First sunlight shines high in the forest.
A bamboo path leads to a hidden spot,
A meditation chamber deep in the flowering trees.
The mountain light cheers the natures of the bird,
Reflections in the pool void the hearts of men.
All nature’s sounds here grow silent,
All that remains are the notes of temple bells.

~ Ch’ang Chien

Rain clears from the distant peaks
Dew glistens frostily.
Moonlight glazes the front of
My ivied hut among the pines.
How can I tell you how I am,
Right now?
A swollen brook gushes in the valley
Darkened by clouds.

~ Daito (1282-1334)

Have you not seen the idle person of Tao
Who has nothing to learn and nothing to do,
Who neither discards wandering thoughts
Nor seeks the truth?
The real nature of ignorance is
Buddha-nature;
The illusory empty body
Is the Dharma body.

~ Yung Chia (665-713)

The greatest mystery is not that we have been flung at random between the profusion of matter and of the stars,
but that within this prison we can draw from ourselves images powerful enough to deny our nothingness.

~ Andre Malraux (1901 - 1976)

Turning the wheel of the Dharma
is the beginning and end
of the whole training.
With this aspiration one starts
giving one’s whole heart to the training;
with one’s heart in it, one does it.
Depending on it, one looks
for the wonder arising, the
mysterious state behind appearances.
That attained, the transformation
of one’s life has been completed.

~ Torei (1721-1792)

Clear water sound
Fine mountain colors
Nothing to do with
Right and wrong
Bamboo’s shade on a
Rush hut’s window
Here’s music in a way
You cannot play for anyone.

~ Yun-K’an Tzu