In the Spirit of Mgur – Tanka – February 17, 2016

Misleading yogi sat-nav #yoga #funny:

the dharma road
runs through shadows and sunshine
it’s stony and smooth
(but distinguish your finger
when searching for the moon)

© G.s.k. ‘16

Here is Milaraspa’s Mgur on his Faith

Faith is the firm foundation of my house,
Diligence forms the high walls,
Meditation makes the huge bricks,
And Wisdom is the great corner-stone.
With these four things I build my castle,
And it will last as long as the Truth eternal!
Your worldly houses are delusions,
Mere prisons for the demons,
And so I would abandon and desert them.

Carpe Diem Tokubetsudesu #70 Tibetan’s Mgur, a religious form of poetry: “For this episode I love to challenge you to write a haiku, tanka, choka or another Japanese poetry form in which you try to catch your religious or spiritual ideas as did  in his poems. Of course you may also share “Mgur” (song). “

I guess times change and visions differ:  faith, diligence and meditation are a part of the discipline of not only the Dharma but most beliefs … I don’t know anything about demons unless we’re talking about people who pretend to be enlightened and beautiful but are actually only seducers with their own agenda and of course delusions and sadness result from having to do with these people.  On the other hand delusions and sadness have been a constant part of all times,this  usually occurs when one let’s oneself live with “expectations”,  though our houses may not be castles the metaphor is not far distant from our own … but basically my concept of the Dharma is not a concept of war against the world – which is the sensation I get from the Mgur.

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Morning Haiku and Waka – priest and morning-glory (the Way) – May 5, 2015

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bonsai pine
every twist dictated
by the gardener

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contemplating life
morning glories and priests
in a bonsai pine
both beautiful and sad
this is often the ‘Way’

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the bonsai
never free never chooses
each leaf created
thus even the gardener
is often shaped by life

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Basho’s ancient pine
growing for a thousand years
over ‘Taima’ Temple
morning-glories and priests
pass but leave no echoes

© G.s.k. ‘15

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This morning Carpe Diem Haiku Kai‘s post was very rich speaking a little about Basho’s personal life before introducing us to today’s haiku.  

Today’s haiku gave me much to think about … below you will see both today’s haiku and  a mondo or teaching conversation between Chuang Tzu and his disciples about the ‘Way’ as Tao is often called.

Visiting Futakamiyama Taima Temple, I saw a pine tree about a thousand years old spreading its branches over the garden. It was so large it could have covered up the cattle as Chuang Tzu said in his story. It was very fortunate and precious that the pine, under the protection of Buddha, had escaped the penalty of being cut down with an axe.

priest and morning-glory
how many times reincarnated
under pine tree law

© Basho

(The above haiku and its introduction lead us to a lesson by the great Tao master Chuang Tzu.)

CHUANG TZU WAS WALKING in the mountains when he saw a huge tree, its branches and leaves thick and lush. A woodcutter paused by its side but made no move to cut it down. When Chuang Tzu asked the reason, he replied, “There’s nothing it could be used for!” Chuang Tzu said, “Because of its worthlessness, this tree is able to live out the years Heaven gave it.”

… “Yesterday there was a tree on the mountain that gets to live out the years Heaven gave it because of its worthlessness. Now there’s our host’s goose that gets killed because of its worthlessness. What position would you take in such a case, Master?”

… “I’d probably take a position halfway between worth and worthlessness. But halfway between worth and worthlessness, though it might seem to be a good place, really isn’t – you’ll never get away from trouble there. It would be very different, though, if you were to climb up on the Way and its Virtue and go drifting and wandering, neither praised nor damned, now a dragon, now a snake, shifting with the times, never willing to hold to one course only. Now up, now down, taking harmony for your measure, drifting and wandering with the ancestor of the ten thousand things, treating things as things but not letting them treat you as a thing – then how could you get into any trouble? This is the rule, the method of Shen Nung and the Yellow Emperor.

“But now, what with the forms of the ten thousand things and the codes of ethics handed down from man to man, matters don’t proceed in this fashion. Things join only to part, reach completion only to crumble. If sharp-edged, they are blunted; if high-stationed, they are overthrown; if ambitious, they are foiled. Wise, they are schemed against; stupid, they are swindled. What is there, then, that can be counted on? Only one thing, alas! – remember this, my students – only the realm of the Way and its Virtue!”

(The above is only a very tiny part of a long conversation, the rest can be found HERE)