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an old question
genkaku
Northampton, Mass. U.S.A. Veteran
Popping up on the mental radar this morning....
In times past, it was customary for Zen teachers approaching their death to write a small summing-up verse and then die. Ta Hui is said to have written:
BIRTH IS THUS
DEATH IS THUS
VERSE OR NO VERSE
WHAT'S THE FUSS
You are now free to return to your regularly-scheduled fuss. 
... or anyway, that's my take.
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Trains are noisy,
And buses smell,
But cycling is
A ticket to hell.
IF WE LIVE WITH RULES
THEN YOUR LIFE RULES
YOU MAY FIND LIFE LONG
THEN WHY NOT TO MEDITATE ALONG.
Greyhounds are fast,
Greyhounds can hurry,
Which is how they avoid
Being in Chinese curry.
Alsatians are fierce,
And bark loudly too,
Which is how they avoid
Being in vindaloo.
I can't help thinking perhaps this thread began with a serious intent...... Ah well....
Haha! Wow.
An angry cow
His milk went sou
'r un the farmer
Sliced the meat
An angry farmer
His taste buds sou
'red meat, he tossed
No family fed
The cow that died
The farmer cried
His family hungry
His gult spent
Daily apologies
To his cows, he said
No more. No more.
Will we eat meat.
From greens and leave
'smiles and sweets
Spread on the table
Time to eat
An angry cow
No longer frowns
His friends are safe
From farmer's knife.
(Dont ask)
Writers block at death's door.
Before inked with intent,
a blank sheet of paper,
better speaks of my end
than of this fool's vapor.
Dogs are man's best friend,
Of cats their uselessness knows no end
And thus, my final words:
Meow, meow, meow.
"Life is like a dream
"I" am flowing with the stream
And then with a final fart
The dream ends and "I" depart !"
Shit happens! (to the best of us
)
@Shoshin That's awesome. I'm stealing this.
Blind to the left,
Right and reverse,
While crossing the street,
I'm drafting this verse.
I TOLD you I was sick
Certainly a stickler for form that Ta Huey!
In some traditions we have 'songs of realisation'.
I rather like the wails of duckha and other poems ...
'Done' or 'Undone' would be quite a lot to say.
The Four, the Eight the Five.
Simplified, I am alive.
Think well, say well, act well.
I see hear, speak,
touch, eat, smell.
Is it True? Is it necessary? Is it Kind?
Sit, Consider and find.
Mind.
Reduce it down to "simplify"
Breathe in, breathe out.
And then, I die.
From another forum I visit
If there's not a Rickenbacker 12-string guitar playing at my funeral
I'm leaving!
...Burma Shave.