It's raining: two poems
Falling Zen.
The rain is falling zen -
At all times wordless
Transmits life.
In the rain.
Some people walk with stiff shoulders
In the pouring rain.
Others grip their black umbrellas
Like wet's original stain
But I prefer most to go bare
In the shining open air.
posted by gaiawriter at February 01, 2006
1 Comments:
One more zen rain poem I couldn't resist:
It's Raining Zen! Hallelujah! - It's Raining Zen! Amen!
I'm gonna go out to run and let myself get
Absolutely soaking wet!
It's Raining Zen! Hallelujah!
It's Raining Zen! Every worldly specimen!
Tall, blonde, dark and lean
Rough and tough and strong and mean
God bless Mother Nature, she's a human practicioner too
She took off to heaven and she did what she had to do
She taught every angel to rearrange the sky
So that each and every practicioner could find her perfect zazen.
It's Raining Zen! Hallelujah! - It's Raining Zen! Amen!
It's Raining Zen! Hallelujah!
It's Raining Zen! Ame---------nnnn!
I feel stormy weather / Moving in about to begin
Hear the thunder / Don't you lose your head
Rip off the roof and stay in sitting posture.
God bless Mother Nature, she's a humble practicioner too
She took off to heaven and she did what she had to do
She taught every angel to rearrange the sky
So that each and every practioner could find her perfect zazen
It's Raining Zen! Yeah!
Humidity is rising - Barometer's getting low
According to all sources, zazen retreat's the place to go
Cause tonight for the first time
Just about half-past ten
For the first time in history
It's gonna start raining zen.
It's Raining Zen! Hallelujah! - It's Raining Zen! Amen!
It's Raining Zen! Hallelujah! - It's Raining Zen!
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