I’m right. You are wrong.
Reversing our positions:
there’s no need to fight.
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I’m right, You are wrong.
My pet peeve still eludes me
Five arfs and a wuff!
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Each Sutta I read
Many interpretations!
Slowly Wisdom Comes
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We will enter and
remain in the pure, ulti-
mate, supreme empti…
–MN121
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…ness of observing
Masticating silently
Our daily diet.
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Smiles. Her new career:
“I shall teach meditation.”
Her second sitting.
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All to male Sangha
Women give work food funds faith,
Shrugging off the nuns
Even future nuns
Give to male monks! Then wonder
Why the nuns so poor
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I think that classically a Haiku includes a hint about the place and time (of day or of year) when it’s happening. It’s a lot to ask of a short poem but that helps to make it evocative. Probably a person or protagonist too.
Summer’s heat outside
Internet traffic inside
How was this refuge?
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Support Bhikkhunis?
If we don’t provide support
How Ayya Khema?
https://books.google.com/books/about/I_Give_You_My_Life.html?id=TDjYAAAAMAAJ
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Oh, yeah.
I just wanted an excuse for a bunch of joke haikus 
Summertime, and the
living is easy. Fish jump
and cotton grows high.
Your daddy is rich
and your mother’s good-looking.
Hush, baby, don’t cry.
One of these mornings
you’re gonna rise up singing
and take to the sky.
Until that morning
not a nothing can harm you.
Hush, baby, don’t cry.
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Words hard as winter,
Promises, false; she exhorts:
“Rise above it, monk.”
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A nun told me by private message that she very much relates to this one these days; I was sorry to hear it.
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Generosity
at beginning, middle, end.
This EightFold Path!
Let’s be contented,
generous, compassionate,
even to the “Noobs”.
Let’s be harmless, kind,
as we follow our Teacher
cuz we’re all still here!
(
). Also, a “Noob” is a 20th-21st century gaming or social media term for a new, awkward participant.
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Such pleasure arises
On hearing compassion to
Noobs recommended.
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What’s Nibbana?
I ask of Google Search
#UNDEFINED.
My first Haiku… couldn’t resist trying after reading this thread! 
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nonBuddhism dis-
guised as Buddhism, and my
own imperfections
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Thinking is bad
I ve been told
What to make of this thought?
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Judging
“If I were a monk -
Calm cool unlike you slackers!”
(All vice fine for now)
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Making do again
Suede shoes on a rainy day
Wool socks in pastels
Adapting Western cold weather gear for use in monastic life brings up conflicting intentions for a monk:
- wishing to maintain the look & feel of the holy life (to inwardly feel authentic, and present an outer appearance recognized as ordained Sangha); yet
- wanting to uphold the ideal of passively accepting what lay people choose to offer; yet also
- needing to keep the body sufficiently protected from harsh elements.
In this poem, suede shoes will be ruined by rain, but putting aside the summer sandals (which Western laity tend to view as idiotic to wear in cold months), the next best option, heavy boots, would look comically clunky with the robe (unless, say, snow is on the ground). So, the suede it is.
Wool socks most effectively protect feet in cold weather thus are greatly valued. Unfortunately donors bring wool socks in a variety of appearances including bright patterns, pastels, even polka dots - all clearly unsuitable as they clash with any traditional idea of a robed monk.
On a similar note,
Plain orange phonecase please
No I’ll buy you something nice:
ladies’ paisely print!
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