To @Subharo’s poem
In my heart I vote,
The button I press?
Equanimity
P.S.
I Am rebel poet.
Syllables I count not,
but the meter feels approximately right so there you go.
To @Subharo’s poem
In my heart I vote,
The button I press?
Equanimity
P.S.
I Am rebel poet.
Syllables I count not,
but the meter feels approximately right so there you go.
Rooted! Nice little bit of Aussie slang in there Ajahn
Compose a haiku?
My pet peeve about Buddhism?
Hold my beer, buddy.
Rebirth doesn’t mean
I remember my past lives
But it still is true
Audio file please
Plain speech hard to find
Obfuscation everywhere
Dhamma in silence
Here we are again
Another time, other place
Can you see the way?
Fleeting brightness
wind
emptiness
“I am” Abated
Dark Destroyed, Light Created
Delusion Faded
(Not a pet peeve, just a Buddhist themed rhyming haiku)
dough-nut
Can’t resist this opportunity to post a sort of off topic zen haiku for which you are my only audience.
This describes my SRS:
_Doctor wields scalpel _
Blessed with precision and grace,
Once was yang, Now yin
Like so many chooks in the chook house
One cackles they all cackle…
Between “is” and “not”.
How can such a between be?
One plus zero’s one.
Neither the coming,
nor the going of dharmas.
My ice cream is gone.
instagram puppies
metta
unbounded, immeasurable
cheeto dusted twit
Mara mic drop
now that is edgy haiku, writing for Mara.
I remember reading about C.S. Lewis and (as i recall) why he had difficulty writing his very popular Screwtape Letters series. Protect your mind, if you notice any vulnerability.
… loved the “mic drop”.
Cheeto dusted hands…
Monastics eat of dana;
dusty; non clinging!
From bowls to the mouths
Let us grind not in our eyes
or into “Internet”.
Thus, orange goodness
In robes, in cheeto snacks;
Good intentions Rule.
"doughnut"
cycle of emptiness,
encircling emptiness…
“oh it’s a beagle!”
Oh poop, I just found myself counting ‘likes’. Humble apologies. I am ready for my lashing.