Monthly Archives: July 2010

                    One day,  Shih Te and Han Shan went mushroom hunting and forgot the time. While they were about the task, they alternated between reciting their favorite poet, Tu Fu :   “As bamboo chill drifts into the … Continue reading →

One Day,  Han Shan asked Shih Te If he had finished sweeping. Shih Te said, "No Way!," And continued sweeping.  

    The old monk Shih Te Lived on Cold Mountain, Finding it very enlightening, And so He wrote poems, because he couldn't name 'it:' Woods and springs make me smile;No kitchen smoke for miles.Clouds rise up from rocky ridges,Cascades … Continue reading →

    We slip into Tientai caves, We visit people unseen-  Eat magic mushrooms under the pines.  We talk about the past and present  And sigh at the world gone mad.  Everyone going to Hell  And going for a long … Continue reading →

    Two monks, Han Shan and Shih Te Were, Of a languid,  Spring evening, Lying on the bank Of an ancient temple pond Gazing at the pearl white moon. When, Suddenly An old frog jumped in—- And the moon … Continue reading →

Hui-Neng knew The monk was An old frog, Sitting in a dry well Counting the dust, Moment by moment Hour by hour, Day by day, Month by month Year by year, Decade by decade And with great love Revealed the … Continue reading →

In the morning, I stumble out of bed–wiping the sleep out of my eyes as I’m pouring that first cup of coffee, these funny faces are there to greet me. What a great way to wake up. * Inspiration and … Continue reading →