i choose these old buddhas


We are

in the habit of saying

that it was not in our power

to choose the parents who were

allotted to us, that they were given

to us by chance. But we can choose whose

children we would like to be. There are households

of the noblest intellects: choose the one into which you wish

to be adopted, and you will inherit not only their name

but their property too. Nor will this property

need to be guarded meanly or grudgingly:

the more it is shared out,

the greater it will





the path to the buddha’s table



is a dream,

the years pass by like

flowing waters. Glamour and glory are

transient as autumn smoke; what tragedy —

for with the sun set deeply in the

west, still there are those

lost among paths of



Our heart

should be clear as ice.

Forget all the worldly nonsense.

Sit calmly, breathe quietly, heart bright

and spotless as an empty mirror.

This is the path to

the buddha’s



Loy Ching-Yuen


a day so happy


A day

so happy. Fog lifted

early, I worked in the garden.

Hummingbirds were stopping over

honeysuckle flowers. There was no thing

on earth I wanted to possess. I knew no one

worth my envying him. Whatever evil I had

suffered, I forgot. To think that once I was

the same man did not embarrass me.

In my body I felt no pain. When

straightening up, I saw the

blue sea and



Czeslaw Milosz


you must become perfectly complete

tina alabama


Frankly speaking,

you simply must manage

to keep concentrating even in the midst

of clamor and tumult, acting as though there were not

a single thing happening, penetrating all the way through from

the heights to the depths. You must become perfectly complete,

without any shapes or forms at all, without wasting effort,

yet not inhibited from acting. Whether you speak

or stay silent, whether you get up

or lie down, it is never

anyone else.