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Action Poetry By Guebuddha Che

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Che Guebuddha

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I recently started writting action poetry so to process all which is in the mind. I find it tough to open up and this action poetry writting seems to address what im dealing with at this time. It helps me clear up stuff if you know what i mean.
You will notice that most stuff i write is written from the meditator point of view, from the inner withness so to speak the observer (at times justifying, or judging, subjective and objective).

I will add a song every now and then into this thread. I know this poetry stuff is making me soft but that is the way it is at this time.
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Mind-field

No matter what i think, say or feel
No matter what i believe, want or know
Is questionable, Not to be taken seriously
Its origin is unclear and creator unknown.

It all springs from the mind always so justifying
It all is the becoming mind always so proliferating
When talking to others or about others
This mind always talks to itself, about itself.

Nothing this mind sais
Can be taken seriously.
Each thought, word or feeling
Is like placing a new land-mine under the skull.

All the intent, good or bad
Is like building a mine-field.
The mind ever so ready thinks and talks
Seeding horror over the lands of wisdom.

Growing ever so still and silent
Growing ever so mindful so aware
Of each step one takes in this gloomy Mind-field
Is the only Way to avoid stepping on the mind-mines
Created to blow up the Wisdom to pieces.
 
Zazen


The teaching is this;
One two three four five
Each inbreath and outbreath
Mindfuly in stillness counting.

Transparent wheel of change
Giving birth to all feelings
Causing the thoughts
Of anger and fear.

Awareness embracing gently
With warmth all arisings
Born to become sorrow
Suffering of the Self.

Counting never stops
Like diligent soldiers walk
Trooping throught the dark night
Spreading the light of Mindfulness.

Again and again in silence
The breath in and out flows
One two three four five
Melting the illusion of self.
 
Zazen
Counting never stops
Like diligent soldiers walk
Trooping throught the dark night
Spreading the light of Mindfulness.

Again and again in silence
The breath in and out flows
One two three four five
Melting the illusion of self.

Thanks Che, that was really beautiful. I turned to zazen when I got back. It saved my life. Now I'm studying the Four Foundations of Mindfulness to better learn where my stress points are.

You might like this poet also, if you haven't already heard of him.

 
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