' zazen is the dharma gate of easeful joy.' - eihei dogen the year that ends the year that begins under what sky ever will they meet there where no thing begins no thing ends verdant hills and birdsongs freely come and disappear unremembered yet a place closest to you there this empty seat pemuteran, bali, 31 december 2025

sky is getting thicker to shelter trees night reaches closer  rest given to everything tiles on star-lit roofs nettles cobbles on the pathway ei-tai ji temple alpes-de-haute-provence

fingers plumes of yearning beyond the body reach nothing to grasp nothing to yield they know it now we know it now misremembered our very mind to this or is there another shore we are recalled exiting exile may take a little longer they know it now we know it now qui sommes nous images resurfacing on spume nameless and unclaimed we are ballotés ici et là tongue rolling over itself something veils us in daylight the wait for waves to intercede

sleep will not be part of what darkness has to offer the hour lying restless in a cot next to sandlewood buddha your gaze cast down as you sit stifly on the pane outside these walls fireflies mingle their glow with stars clustering over heavy boughs shadows deeper in this tiny cell where death slowly restores me

dispersed and free free of ancestry of smoke free chimney smoke rubble smoke exhaled from earth from lungs of prayers you drift eastwards here the mute have their kingdom here we are birthed into and out of strife out of redemption here your hands are empty empty of clouds empty of dawn melody brims with empty heart joyous with empty empty alone knows alone stays

talk on 2 december, 2025 erring cloud sangha     Summary: This Dharma talk on December 2, 2025, led by Hamid, explores Master Dogen’s Genjo Koan ("Actualizing the Fundamental Point"), using the metaphor of fanning oneself to illustrate that while Buddha nature is inherent—like the wind—practice is the necessary action of "hoisting the sail" to actualize it in the present moment.   Hamid: As you may have seen from the group post yesterday, we're going to talk about the end

' learn the backward step that turns your light inwardly to illuminate your self.' fukenzazengi / eihei dogen light does it enter does go out does it ever leave the dark take the light and turn it inward we heard the master say moving inward the outer moving outward the inner is this movement is movement another name we give to what we can not grasp inscrutable for incessable turning it in is what returns you to emergence of light where inward and outward inflow   this is th

birds' path you follow call it treading flying falling you are born here with branches vernal notes adrift in the evening breeze unseen traces unfold song-clusters in echo return to what we never leave silence its one body one sphere from one end to another azure it's what knows no end mirrors coming passing abiding nowhere chiming bells of stones meld with sighs of grass slowly waking in the prairie throbbed with morning light alentejo

in a letter of intent addressed to friends to friends to come healed of wounds of wounds to come this softening of pain surrendering to a smile in brief repentant tone harms undoable done passing on blames to gales to tide-awakening mistral where roars gather deliver the unspoken word unroll sea scrolls of seas to come amis où sont les amis java

over and again i read the poem you didn’t write write yet keep sending between it's unwritten lines lushness of spring fall’s transparency evenness of pain in summer’s full glow in it i hear the wind roam without direction shaking early leaves with uprooted years feeding our path with snow nowhere a shelter except in waiting for the poem never to be written never to be read murmured on quiet lips restless echoes of stirrings unaccounted by strife nowhere a question of us spec

dust on your shoulders mound of incense ash at your feet no flowers to ornate your vase bouddha an oversight telling of my state of mind as without so within chaos with chaos merging seamlessly  an early morning breeze ruffles the curtain ubud, bali, 2014 pak ou caves, luang prabang, laos

her voice is still with me in waves she comes and goes prompts the stand of casuarinas lining the coastilne to speak by nature they'd rather listen happy to offer passage to tumults both far and near she prompts them to speak her voice so clear is what remains of me⁹ murmur of unknown spaces where what you will never find that is lost to you though out of reach is safekept in oblivion alone the sea offers such release may it be so kudat, borneo, 2015 er voice is still with me

sensei ryotan tokuda explains the meaning of my ordination name tetsu un a day after clasping my hand you said the teachings laid bare what's right around you what is down below a dreamer's invention here and yet not here destined to be a cloud let winds let their absence decide the drifting's course from skies disconsolate to this mountain shelter when weary do return paths all come to names all come to come here to rest this moment ei tai-ji temple le rocher de la baum

wondrous too our grieving samsara where with a smile adjourning time you tie the seas that sunder us where slowly i waken as you wheel the soul with rings of songs together we blaze by fire’s breath untouched and it is light uplifting light mougin, côte d'azur, 2005

we can say it with silence our native tongue - w.s.merwin * things falling away arrayed yet ungraspable slowly the hand opens the mind stillness is * the heart realm of all paths the home crossings here and there movement incessant closures none * in its fullness just empty space knows no hurdles the heart * whose heart whispers here in this mountain heat bracing for winds unflinching * everything opens up is laid bare before the rocks before the sky becomes breath * ni

ZAZOOM erring cloud sangha 25th of November 2025 Carl: Today's talk, I would like to return again to the topic of silence. We could call it an echo of silence, as it is a reaction, a response to the lecture from two weeks ago, which was about silence and the main question, "What is silence ?" At that time, two weeks ago, I read a text by John Millington Synge , Gerry wrote me that I spelled the name right, but Gerry, you never heard it, because you just read it in the scri

only now starting to view umbrellas differently it took this long as in younger years i looked at you with some disdain thinking thinking umbrellas you are a mere diversion from exposure to the inclementies of the skies in nine years of living dans une chaumière en haute normandie où les pluies sont reine not once did i take a look at you refreshing mea culpa to let go the dilluded view that keeping humans dry is your higher purpose in life sound box to nimbus dome of timele

it measures all things itself cannot be measured to silence no entry or exit gate enter or leave it you cannot in the midst of noise it doesn't leaves you it is what carries you carries everything along wherever unnoticed unheard in the midst of silence we are forgetful of it lest we listen to raindrops pattering on the roof to a crow’s cawing as it flies over treetops on hillside slopes forgetful of it though it indwells the deepest we can never leave it as we cannot leave s

Carl: So, where is my talk? I'll need a moment to find my talk. Where is it? It's funny. Please patient. There it is. Okay. So now I see only Hamid. Good. Okay. So, my friends, this talk is a kind of . . . it's about silence. It is an echo of silence from our last retreat in Karuna. In the last talk on Saturday afternoon, Hamid spoke about silence. This talk should be different. It should be a talk where the audience, we who were sitting around, could also take part answering

not yet begun the ever ending year knowing there is no soul soothes soul the most look how with ease dharma gates open before you open to no gate to no dharma at all open to what early morning to wake up to swallows darting across a beclouded sky more joy than enough pemuteran, bali, december 2022