By Ye Zhou
将一盏灯送进
石窟，也别忘了
带一把青稞。
将一棵菩提
栽上壁画，也别忘了
供一碗净水。
将一尊佛像请进
敦煌，一定别忘了
养一对羔羊。
菩萨不会走。
可万一走了，这些
就是我们疼痛的拌料。
石窟，也别忘了
带一把青稞。
将一棵菩提
栽上壁画，也别忘了
供一碗净水。
将一尊佛像请进
敦煌，一定别忘了
养一对羔羊。
菩萨不会走。
可万一走了，这些
就是我们疼痛的拌料。
Explore Poems: Buddhism
Showing 1-20 of 29 poems
- By Ye ZhouPlease bring a light
Into the grotto cave, please don’t forget
To bring a handful of barley.
Please plant… - By Mandy Moe Pwint TuI want to believe I’m on my last life.
What is nirvana if not a kind of death?
In a past life, a stranger… - By John BalabanChased by Chinese troops, the monks
blinked like owls in the sun sheen
abandoning their burning temple… - By Britney FrancoMy eyes are on yours
Looking for my body in the dark pools of your pupils
And my mind is in a dark suburban… - By Michael MetivierWhen the townspeople
gave the teenaged Buddha
a glass of wine
so delicious he grew
to an unthinkable size… - By David RoderickBasho said to refuse a prayer until its warmth hunches inside like
a bird in its hutch. First the fledgling… - By Sydney LeaMy objectives this morning were vague.
As always I'd hike these hills—
a way to keep going
against the… - By Gary SnyderAt the last turn in the path
“goodbye—”
—bending, bowing,
(moss and a bit of
wild
bird-)
down.Daitoku… - By Kobayashi IssaAll the time I pray to Buddha
I keep on
killing mosquitoes. - By Gary SnyderO Wave God who broke through me today
Sea Bream
massive pink and silver
cool swimming down with me … - By Chuang TzuThe non-action of the wise man is not inaction.
It is not studied. It is not shaken by anything.
The… - By Marilyn ChinWhy cry over dried flowers?
They’re meant to be straw.
Why cry over miniature roses?
They’re meant to… - By Richard TagettI like to lie with you wordless
on black cloud rooft beach
in late june 5 o’clock tempest
on clump weed… - By Dick AllenMake your strokes thus: the horizontal:
as a cloud that slowly drifts across the horizon;
the vertical… - By Tim DlugosI'm at a double wake in Springfield, for a childhood friend and his father who died years ago. I join…
- By Diane di PrimaI saw you in green velvet, wide full sleeves
seated in front of a fireplace, our house
made somehow … - By Izumi ShikibuAlthough the wind
blows terribly here,
the moonlight also leaks
between the roof planks
of this ruined… - By Garrett HongoAt six I lived for spells:
how a few Hawaiian words could call
up the rain, could hymn like the sea
in … - By Li BaiThe birds have vanished down the sky.
Now the last cloud drains away.
We sit together, the mountain…