Dharma Gleanings

Two poems in praise of the fruits of our practice:

BUDDHADHARMA

You’re not the person that you knew before.
Her leaping fire or her yearning ache.
Your being opens like an unseen door.

The space you’re standing on is not a floor.
In moments you will hear the whole earth quake.
You’re not the person that you knew before.

You’ve dumped out precious cartons from your store.
In sunlight that rare dresden looks like fake.
Your being opens like an unseen door.

Your trust learns to be trusting even more.
Your heart can swing out widely and not break.
You’re not the person that you knew before.

Your raft is steady with your sturdy oar.
The waves may bend you and you cannot break.
Your being opens like an unseen door.

The lights call out from the approaching shore.
You see what seeing is when you’re awake.
You’re not the person that you knew before.
Your being opens like an unseen door.

THE WAY IT IS

Everything you know
falls away
you are left with a bird’s brain
that sees the spacious sky

May it be so