Morning Calm

White morning calm has come my way.
Her frozen tears fall with nothing to say.
Touching my heart she fills with snow.
All I have is a tea spoon and a lifetime to show.
Bowing to her grace with tender heart and hand.
The bitter cold she shares has frozen my stand.
Knee deep in comedy at times painful to the touch


Unique and precious there nature is concealed.
Soon to be melted with nothing lost and nothing healed.
Sankhodae Sunim

What a ride!

WITH ME

NO WHERE TO LOOK

NO WHERE TO SEE.

IT ALWAYS BEGINS

RIGHT HERE WITH ME.

SANKHODAE SUNIM

Lost

Three times have passed.

No food to eat.

Surrounded by homes.

No shelter no sleep.

One foot in front of the other.

So tired no other.

Just you and me little brother.

Sankkhodae Sunim

Autumn Flower

May the Autumn Flower

Awaken in the winter of pracitce.

Sankhodae Sunim

Zen Dance

Embrace the unknown.

Bow to Ambiguity.

Dance in infinity.

Infinity is the Dance.

To Dance is to Dance

and Infinity is our music.

Lost in the music.

Sankhodae Sunim

Kyoto's Colors

Autumn Song

Autumn song is near.
Golden passions held dear.
Soon she will be free
Another season to just be.
Having grown tall
No more leaves to fall
All can see
Awakened from her misery.

Sankhodae Sunim

What is this kaleidoscope?

Entering the Path with kaleidoscope of hope
Exhausted the Kaleidoscope of hope
Hope is Kaleidoscope and Kaleidoscope is Hope
No hope, also “No hope”
Kaleidoscope is Kaleidoscope No Kaleidoscope is No Kaleidoscope

Katz!

Sankhodae Sunim

Tree

The Old Tree reached out and shared its leaves with me.
Generous and kind it gave unconditionally.

So many leaves flutter in the wind like your untamed
desires that have led you to sin.
What is Sin, but a point of view.
That in time evaporates like the morning dew.

Why are you so consumed running to and fro.
Have you not enough things and pockets of Dough.

When will you realize that you have enough?
When you have wasted your life and acquired so much stuff.

Owe Old Friend how tall and wide you grow.
Just feet from the rushing waters tidal flow.

Holding on as they wear your soil away.
Soon to be consumed as we all pass away.

Loves companion and friend is hate.
Awaken to you true self and peace and contentment a wait

Sankhodae Sunim

Deep Looking

How deep do the roots of your suffering grow?


When will the fruit of your mind and heart rippen?