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Poem – Across the Empty Field
I see a shadow sitting beneath a tree. The tree does not move and the shadow is still. Many moons and suns pass before I walk across the field through snow and over rocks, littered with objects of vague significance, they continue to gather and multiply until I am no longer able to reach myself.
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Empty Field Dharma Resources
I have read many books, different views, and different schools of thought. Everything I study now is focused on Japanese and Tibetan Buddhism, which have slightly varied paths, for lack of a better word. When I read and think about each, the Japanese makes more sense and resonates deeper within. 1. Tibetan Buddhism Mahayana –…
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New Project – Empty Field Dharma
I have started a new site dedicated to information and discussion around the Empty Field Dharma. The concept of an Empty Field is derived from Zen Master Hongzhi from the book “Cultivating the Empty Field” and the Soto Zen school of Buddhism. I have read many books, different views, and different schools of thought. Everything…
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Poem – The Raven and the Wolf
The dream came furious and ended quickly. Remembered in fragments driven to the edge by fractures. I picked up the pieces scattered across the field. I chased the raven and the wolf carrying those I cherished most, memories of who I thought I was.
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Poem – I awoke…
I awoke after years of semi-concious sleep not in bed, or in some familiar place – in an empty field. Some distace away in an unknown direction two wolves played with a gold sphere.
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Poem – Gate
Passing the building made of stone outlines of people in the windows. Are they watching the patch-robed monk passing by? What experiences brought them here? What truths do they have? When the seasons change for the last time of the present life, experience, truth, non-truth – merge a final push to reach further down the…
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Poem – The Sea and the Empty Field
I awake to a sun touching each empty element and empty seed, vessels like stem cells will sprout into anything. I think of a willow tree providing shade and shelter and one emerges. I sit beneath the spindly limbs and I remember two ships anchored at sea, braced against the November Gales their bellies empty.…
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Poem – Questions
From a distance I asked the tree Silent questions. For days we stood face to face In the gulf of uncertainty as Words flowed between in a language I did not know. Its leaves began to change and I asked how this felt. Does it hurt? When the leaves began to fall en masse I…
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Poem – For Now I am the Winter
For now I am the winter beneath the mask revealed beneath the cold water of the sea. Eyes open to the sky above the surface breath held time slows as snow flakes float. The sea cradles my limp body carries me further into depths away from the forming ice. The sea floor echoes. For now…
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Poem – Deconstructed, part 3 (Fracture 12)
Have we met before? Perhaps on a distant planet, on the other side of the known universe. White and gold petals scattered through the void we cannot see, while consuming everything we do see. I stand within light on a floating island. The willow tree comforts me on the long journey from planet to planet,…