Friday Night Zen Poetry Slam: Promises of happiness, “zazen for nothing”

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created by 2bitmoment on 24/01/2025 at 17:45 UTC

7 upvotes, 6 top-level comments (showing 6)

Is mumon’s promise^1

just to trap us and bury us?^2

Omiss or ominous?

Happiness a mirage,

Enlightenment too?

All we can get,

just sitting,

just zazen^3 ,

all the way through?

Or studying koans,

confused from day one

till old and dying?

a few words here

a few words there

a choice of words

to fit a verse

and the poem’s finished

the theme is just a suggestion

Notes:

1. reference to the following passage from the first case from wumenkuan/mumonkuan: “No”—this is the barrier of Zen. This is why [this collection] is called the Zen school’s barrier of the gate of No. If you can pass through it, not only will you see Zhaozhou in person but you will then be able to walk together hand in hand with all the generations of ancestral teachers. You will join eyebrows with the ancestral teachers, see through the same eyes, and hear through the same ears. Won’t you be happy!

2. “I have no expedient techniques to give people, no doctrine, no method of peace and happiness. Why? If there is any “expedient technique,” it has the contrary effect of burying you and trapping you.” From Instant Zen

3. Reference to “Zazen is good for nothing”

Comments

Comment by Regulus_D at 24/01/2025 at 21:08 UTC

5 upvotes, 2 direct replies

That which* flew here on iron broom.

Then broke it for no reason.

Melted it to molten ball.

Then hid with Shiva's poison.

Without great doubt there's nought to break

nor reason seek to break it.

There's just no lightful shining mark

when you see you forsake it.

 

^(*Mumon)

Comment by Pops12358 at 24/01/2025 at 21:59 UTC

4 upvotes, 1 direct replies

I don't think,

Koans are confusing,

For the most part,

I find them quite amusing,

If you can't sit,

Go for a walk,

Maybe take the time,

For a long silent talk,

Listen to nature,

Just try and observe,

Words are a trap,

One we all deserve.

Looking for wisdom buried in books,

It could always be much worse.

How did the Buddha really behave?

Was he a coward or a knave?

To abandon his family, a wife and child,

To seek wisdom in the wild.

Did he find it, some may ask,

Many an answer I have heard, such is the task,

Sifting through the rotten remains,

Of pages long ago left to the flames.

What are you doing?

What are you saying?

Laughing with hands held high,

Passed by old Budai.

Watched him chuckle and walk along,

When asked the way, he moved on.

Find your path if you can,

Help out your fellow man,

How can you lead them to nothing?

You can't.

You won't.

It's always right in front of us.

Hahaha

Comment by SiNosDejan at 25/01/2025 at 01:59 UTC

3 upvotes, 0 direct replies

Needless to say

What there isn't in words

Pointing to reality

Therein lies truth

Comment by KokemushitaShourin at 25/01/2025 at 09:47 UTC

3 upvotes, 0 direct replies

Negative,

Negation,

Ne gati,

Ni gate,

No gate.

Comment by OnePoint11 at 25/01/2025 at 20:44 UTC

3 upvotes, 1 direct replies

You will join eyebrows with the ancestral teachers

I have always fit of inner laugh reading this part. These Chinese masters also didn't use toilet paper, but shit stick...

Comment by wrrdgrrI at 26/01/2025 at 12:42 UTC

2 upvotes, 0 direct replies

Ugly roots

Handsome branches

Seek the fruit

Craft the hand-holds

Made of wrrds

Climb, climb,

Hoping to lose your life.