Poems

Poem 59
Posted on 09.24.20 | by Marla Garcia

Stone lion opens mouth showing the lineage tradition, Non-sentient teachings, few people understand, In the nature of still quiescence not borrow yet borrow, Myriad phenomena consign to emptiness.

Poem 58
Posted on 09.24.20 | by Marla Garcia

Year after year bathing Buddha, Day after day this honored one, In time praise and celebrate, Not hindering the singular.

Poem 57
Posted on 09.17.20 | by Marla Garcia

Simply with a piece of incense, Offer to the King of Dharma, Dense clouds permeate the Dharma realm, Auspicious blessings descend from all Buddhas.

Poem 56
Posted on 09.17.20 | by Marla Garcia

Activity and silence makes no separation from the Diamond Body, Yellow leaves as gold to stop crying youth, Lamp oil burns off, while wasting my tongue, Dragging eyebrows to the ground is also useless.