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Haiku: your pet peeve and other musings about Buddhism

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#103

A good haiku “cuts
somewhere in its middle part:
the end, then, sounds new

like an apple pie
on the counter, upside-down,
(at least ants love it!)

like a lotus bloom
with petals encircling,
inside, a fruit-loop,

or like a blue robe,
back ajar, revealing all,
a hospital gown,

the cut of the verse
folds the thought upon itself,
ending with a start,

not where you began,
not who you were when starting,
but always at home.


#104

Being lay acting
renunciate without planned
supports is so hard.

Yet this may be all
the advice offered. It’s not
the Buddha’s design.

May all be happy
peaceful free. Harmless in all.
Buddha’s middle Path!


#105

Please my Lord Buddha
Save me from sutta-thumpers
And point-scoring types.


#106

The water current,
the gold atop the river,
it went up, up, up.


#107

Let me tell you why
You’re wrong, I’m right, let’s not fight
(Smirky Buddha smile)


#108

I’m right. You are wrong.
Reversing our positions:
there’s no need to fight.


#109

I’m right, You are wrong.
My pet peeve still eludes me
Five arfs and a wuff!


#110

Each Sutta I read
Many interpretations!
Slowly Wisdom Comes


#111

We will enter and
remain in the pure, ulti-
mate, supreme empti…

–MN121


#112

…ness of observing
Masticating silently
Our daily diet.


#113

Smiles. Her new career:
“I shall teach meditation.”
Her second sitting.


#114

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


#115

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?


#116

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


#117

Oh, yeah.

I just wanted an excuse for a bunch of joke haikus :upside_down_face:

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.


#118

Words hard as winter,
Promises, false; she exhorts:
“Rise above it, monk.”


#119

A nun told me by private message that she very much relates to this one these days; I was sorry to hear it.