Who will be my readers? I don’t know.
Where do I send my verses? Just to space.
Each is a blow at some unknown target in the haze.
I’m a lonely fisher in the ocean of fantasy.
My source of inspiration is ecstasy
Of love to life in youth thirty four years ago.
Time is slow but now I’m fifty five
And that is practically all my life,
Spent in the exploration of the initial insight
To the divine delight inside my everyday mind.
We all have Buddha-nature and inner light.
Zen taught me the simple truth I knew without it.
And now books lie on the shelf and I’m back myself.
The flow of life is music, harmony hides in all I see.
Nirvana is a sea of bliss but it is not outside the world.
It’s here and now if you feel it. Like wind that blows
Everywhere or rain that falls on your cheeks.
Or Moon, or flowers and butterflies. Without tricks.
Enlightenment is a gulp of water in the heat of desert.
You can’t deserve it or achieve it by artificial means.
It comes when you understand what life really means.
Mantra Om is the sound of harmony in your heart
And tranquility in your mind. It may be a start
Of the way to light. And it means eternal love to life.
Om Maitreya, Om Maitreya,
Aum Yeum Om Maitreya
The East is not for a beast. Martial arts are only parts
Of the ancient knowledge. The essence of all things
Is opened for millenniums by each Buddha
and ages by sages. Its vision brings peace and power.
Our life seen from this angle is not a tangle.
Every moment turns out to be a revelation of creation.
Unique and divine, self-sufficient and full of meaning.
Life is streaming. And I drift in my belief like a red leaf.