Here are the selections of my
poems and haikus. The whole file
(about 50 pages) is posted at my homepage.
FYI, I post these at the club at yahoo: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/searchingfortheox
Have a good day, good life!! –
Kio Suzaki
A Life in Resonance with Dhamma
A Little Flower on
the Roadside
As if
listening to the sound from afar..
There
is a transparent state beyond the time-space dimension
where
the whole nerve system
and
all cells of body fully activate.
To
the end of the universe,
and
inside the mitochondria or DNA
of all
cells
everyone enjoys the liberation.
As
each performs the given role
and
help with each other with no conflict,
there
is the most natural state
of
life expressing itself.
Without
thinking of truth, enlightenment,
defilements or else,
Everyone
dances
the
dance of the universe.
Yes,
by utilizing our whole senses as an artist
Let?fs
throw our whole existence into the ocean of this universe?I
And
covered by the spray of the universe over our whole body,
let us
play the symphony of light!
As I listen to the
stereo..
My body moves on its own?c
Covered by the vibration,
All cells of my body share the happiness.
My mind is transparent
while the whole world vibrates
in happiness.
Yes, Right, in such a way?c
As birds sing,
Everyone dances.
The tribe men from Amazon,
and those in Africa.
People may comment
to see me being like this,
"He must be demented!"
But, it's OK.
It is because I found the answer
to that question of "So what?"
It is simply?c
everything is as it is.
As if
a butterfly shows up from somewhere when flowers start to bloom,
when
birds sing their song, I find my body covered with Dhamma Piti*.
Yes,
there is something here to point that
the
wisdom of nature is unfathomable.
As
much as women putting a make-up to become attractive,
or
anyone trying to win the sports game or win in philosophical debate,
or
being attracted to make money or to become famous,
there
is something similar in all of these orientations.
That
is the sense of oneness that everyone seeks for,
to
find at the core of us the pleasure of resonating with the infinite.
The
same is true for sex, isn?ft it? To grasp that moment to discover the
infinite,
we
want to have our body and mind melted in the ecstasy.
Then,
we find the comedies and tragedies performed all around.
So,
stop now and ask what is really going on!
What
if we do not know that
seeking for happiness is?cnot finding one?
?gHow sad it is to search for IT afar?cIt
is like in the middle of water?c
yet
crying out in thirst,?h so Hakuin said.
But look! I hear the sound of wind chime?c chirping of the
birds ?c.
And,
the guitar of Segovia continuing while the cool breeze passes through the room.
Without
seeking, but realizing what?fs going on?c
what
if we live with the sharpened senses
at all
of our mind-body cells and DNAs,
and
discover the vibration of the universe?
* Piti: emotion of joy,
delight, zest, exuberance
(7/15/03)
For
no reason, but perhaps a sound may trigger it.
Perhaps
a butterfly in the air,
The innocent flower in the sun?c
Perhaps,
Segovia?fs guitar..
These
bring joy to me, with reason but no apparent reason.
It
is a joy of life
For
the life to experience life as it is.
I
feel all through my body?c
From the top of my head to the bottom of my sole?c
And throughout my whole body.
Covered
by the shivering sense,
All
cells of my body breathe the breath of universe
Interconnected
with each other
to the end of the universe,
vibrating and expressing as they are meant.
With
tears, I remember someone once said,
This
world is nirvana as it is.
Whatever
that may mean,
It is my cells that know it,
And expressing what it is as it is.
So,
may I say simply?chave a good day, and a good life!
(7/11/03)
Evening
rain,
Master's
words come alive
In the
candlelit hut (3/2/03)
Rain continues
to tap on the roof,
A
fisherman is in the hut,
Cricket's
singing in the field (3/3/03)
Lake in
the morning dusk,
A lone
gall flies into the mist.
Bellbirds
sing in the forest (3/10/03)
On the
riverbed,
Stand a
lone willow tree in breeze.
Are you
meditating? (3/22/03)
A Moment?c(Haiku)
Sun
sets in the west,
Full
moon arises from the East,
A sharp
sound of crow!
Nothingness,
Words lost their meaning,
In the
eternal silence.
Delusion is a trick of our
own mind,
it is a state when our minds are caught up by
themselves.
But if we are aware that we
are in delusion,
that is the gate for us to be liberated from delusion.
Greed, fear, aversion,
craving, and anger,
the trap is everywhere to be found.
The slower in detecting their
signs,
the harder it gets to eradicate the errors.
This enemy can attack our
mind?fs weakness,
generating waste, and consuming our life energy.
No matter how disguised they
may be, however,
we can defeat this enemy with awareness and equanimity.
By developing the sense to
find how our minds act,
we can deal with the situation like a master swordsman.
Although some traps are less
obvious than others,
with skills honed, we can deal with them.
Having gone through many of
these,
I get
caught in delusion every so often.
It is like a game of hide and
seek,
So, may we practice shila-samadhi-prajna to continue our journey?
Thoughts are like clouds
Seeing them come and drift
away
Be centered where we are
Quiet morning,
No wind is in the mountain
Have a cup of tea
When the fire is gone,
There is silence left behind
Stars in the dark sky
In the clear water,
A large brown takes a nymph
in silence
Turning around,
Trees and flowers were
watching
this lone fisherman
Heavenly valley,
Rivers run, and birds sing
In eternity
Death of a Monk
Birds sing and squirrels run
This quiet morning.
I am a little flower on the
roadside,
When the sun is out, my body
expands.
I express what I can in this
universe,
And to connect to what is out there.
In the ground are worms
living next to my roots,
And occasional shower fulfills my thirst.
Appreciating the life as it
comes,
I express the best as I can.
Now and then, I notice
something is going on,
Like the grass next door got
uprooted,
Or, neighboring soil was dug up for a new construction.
Yet, we all do our best in
expressing what we can.
What is interesting is in the
knowing however,
That such skill makes humans to
be unique and different.
But, if I know more than enough, something withers in me.
It makes me worry about
things than me simply expressing myself.
Perhaps, knowing and worrying
are only for humans,
As they build skyscrapers and
information highway.
They master many subjects to
make their living,
And to create a great nation and philosophy that they all
aspire.
But, for me, I am just a little flower on the roadside,
I cannot talk, spell, read or speculate.
But, you know what?
I am yet
connected to the heart that makes me to express who I am.
So, when you have time to take a look at me closely,
Let me tell you my story in
total silence.
Then, you may understand what
I mean,
To know is not to know.
(May compassion and wisdom prevail!)
9-14-01
(On 9-11-01
we had a tragedy in New York's World Trade Center)
As if
it is alive,
The sun rises quietly every
morning.
First, dark red at the top
of the mountain,
And stillness of night at the foothill.
A moment later, the trees
shine in bright orange,
With
fresh liveliness and full excitement.
Dark shadows remain here
and there
Where the
sunlight is yet to reach.
But, in the quietness of
the morning air,
There is the movement of
life to express itself.
No words, no emotion, and
in its stillness,
There is that fullness that
is there as it is.
Already, the sun is moving
up high,
And, the sky indicates the delicate movement of air.
The red rocks are warming
up,
And moistures in the shrubs are gradually evaporating.
In this quiet movement of
morning sunrise,
The observer is absorbed
and became one with the observed.
Wrapped by
the sound of cricket, the flowers of Hagi.
(Jp. Koorogino Koeni Tsutsu mare, Hagi no hana)
Wind moves the soft rose
leaves in the sun,
Light dances around and the
life is abundant.
A long strand of spider web
is shining like a silk,
Moving in
the wind, as if telling me a story of its magical world.
Kenji could not go to the
summer program,
As he broke
his leg while playing.
Yet, he is at peace in the
living room,
where we put the mattress for him.
Outside is a dance of light,
Inside is a quiet boy reading
his book.
Birds chirps, and wind chime
makes sound,
Here is the eternity, away
from the constrained adults' world.
(7/22/01)
Find Tranquillity
See things as
they are
Experience things
as they are
Lose all attachments
Cease grasping
Be Free
Rapture
Bliss
Happiness
The life is a
miracle
I thought for some time that
life is a struggle.
or, at least, I thought it is a problem-solving process.
And, I even enjoy it as if I play a game?c
Then, I thought, why is life
not a poem?
There is that conceptual
viewpoint of life?c
that is measurable, and we learn and plan things.
But don't we then lose Life that is beyond?c
that is precious, and inexpressible with logic alone?
If we see life as a poem
beyond logic,
Would it not bring Life to
our life?
There is that question, which
is unanswerable
solely by our conventional logic.
Writing things like this is a
luxury of mind,
so one may think?cand hurry on his own way.
Yet, may I not to forget to
find the flowers at the roadside,
Smelling, touching, feeling,
and listening to the world?
As wind blows, wind chime
makes sound.
As flowers bloom, butterflies
appear.
Birds make the nest; spiders
make the web.
Then, what is for a man to
express his life?
If flowers are an expression
for roses,
what is it that we are a master of?
If painting
is for Picasso, and science for Einstein.
What do we express in what we
do?
We are not the amateurs in
this life.
Carefully seeing through the
disturbance,
we should know IT if we listen to our heart.
May we then express what our
life is all about?
Today, I went to the stream
nearby my house
I carried my chair to sit on
under the tree, facing the sun.
Spring is here, the sky is
high.
In the gentle breeze and the
sound of ripple,
the water flows as if it continues endlessly.
Reflecting the sun here and
there,
and showing stones and sands below,
this water reminds me of the story of Siddharda.
It was Hesse,
who wrote that story
Young man, sitting at the
stream,
pondering his life, and searching for the truth.
Time, place
and people may change.
Yet, there is always someone
looking at the water,
being one with what is flowing from eternal present.
(Mar.
'01)
After the rain,
Scent of nectar filling the
air,
Bumblebees are back
(In New Zealand - Feb. 2,001)
Do you know, Odile?
I just realize you brought
LOVE in my life.
And that is LOVE in the truest sense.
I have discussed things here,
there, and on the net.
But more often than not, it was intellectual.
The open, casual,
unconstrained atmosphere of innocent child,
Even with the image of little
pendulum play, you shared with me.
More I clear things up, more
I like it.
BTW, this is not a love
letter, but is a LOVE letter, you know?c
This comes from nowhere
(Divine) and expresses out as it pleases.
This is because it is but the
ultimate LOVE expressed from Divine.
Well, I could be wrong, so my
little mind may still say.
But does it matter after all?
LOVE cannot be wrong when
generated from the heart.
As I feel
it in my body just like exciting child cannot withstand but to jump around.
Yes, this is the energy of
life.
It is touching and wanting to
express.
Oh
ridiculous?c so some people may still say.
But are they not the grown-ups,
unable to explore the world like a little child?
Fun, joy, care, play, jump,
leap, and explore the world?c.
Don't lose that sense and light in your eyes, so Saint de Exupery may say.
Yes, yes?c.So, my little
precious child inside of me responds
Wonderful
world, o wonderful?c
Now, go out and play my
little boy!
(Fall,
'00)
Sycamore leaves,
Fallen on the trail,
The autumn is back
(Haiku,
Fall, '00)
Yesterday, I visited Mary's
home.
She showed me around the garden.
This morning, I sat in the sun.
I saw cloud moving and heard wind in the trees.
Birds are singing now,
And my knees do not hurt any more.
- Summer in Ireland ('00)
I met a man who claims to
live in the basement
Yet, for a visitor like me,
his temple looked more like a heaven
Alone in this temple, he
takes care of the garden
If he can help neighbors in
any way, he offers the help with open hands
Away from the civilization
which lays down below,
Occasional visitors bring
their human world to this sanctuary
The door to the temple is
always open to anyone,
Offering a resting place for
the troubled mind
Besides this temple is a
small stream flowing,
Bringing the pleasant noise
while the fresh wind may climb up the mountain
The stone garden was made with rocks found nearby
And if the moon is out tonight, the granite pieces will
shine like stars in the sky
Before settling to this place
however, he wandered around to find a home for his mind
But now, he even plays with his computer to connect to the
world afar
Man travels, explores, and
searches for the meaning
Only to find that the answer
lies just under his feet – basement, that is
(After the visit to Eddy's
temple near Osaka, 11/99)
Beyond our feeling of good
and bad,
beyond our mistakes for growth, and learning,
beyond logic and human will,
our life energy expresses through us.
While our consciousness helps
us to compare things,
to make judgment to make our next step,
there is something that we need to be aware
that we are the masters of our own destiny.
Learning that everything is
non-substantial and transitory,
and not to give away to greed, anger, and foolishness,
we may continue the journey of our life,
undisturbed by changing circumstances.
With the clear eye of wisdom,
we will see through things in their own nature.
With the warm heart of
compassion,
we will transmit the care to all beings.
Some may call this a total
bullshit,
but may we find the truth in it?
The life of all being is a
process of transcendence,
So, may we continue our
journey as it is meant to be?
With the wind of the coming
winter,
the leaves on the ground show us a colorful scene of
dancing.
They make a rattling sound of
laughs,
as they talk with each other about the past days of
summer.
It was this and it was that,
it was good, and they nodded all together.
Then, I picked up a big
sycamore leaf,
and saw how he completed his mission.
Reflecting the sun, and
leaning against the bush,
he was resting himself to his total rest.
Then, he spoke to me with his
scratchy voice,
?gWhat do you think? Is it not good after all??h
In the crisp air of the
autumn afternoon,
I smiled back to him, ?gYes,
indeed, it is very good.?h
(Fall,
'99)
-
Wind blows
whether I hear it or not
-
I was like that
wind at one time
-
Then, I was in
the womb of my mother
-
When I was a
little baby, I just cried
-
Then, warm milk
was fed to me
-
I drank it, it
was good
-
I slept when I
felt like sleeping
-
I was as I
was
-
The world was
full of mystery so I explored
-
Yet, there were
no explorer, I or the world
-
I played as I
felt like it just being one with everything out there
-
I wanted to walk,
talk, touch, smell, hear and see
-
Sun, bird,
clouds, bugs, plants, they were all out there
-
Something I touch
was soft, others were sticky
-
Some were
pleasant, others were not so
-
And, I did not
have the concept of time or I
-
Then, someone
called.
-
I saw a smile and
learned my name.
-
Gradually,
something started to change
-
I started to
learn the cause and effect
-
As I touch a hot
plate, my finger hurt.
-
My mother scolded
me when I did something that did not suit her wish
-
When I did
something good, she gave me a hug
-
Still, I did not
know the concept of where, or who I am
-
I saw people and
animals doing many things and I wanted to try the same
-
Learning took
time, and my fun and exploration started to have meaning
-
To live in this
world well, I learned tools
-
From naming
things, or 2+2, to if A then B, there were rules that I needed to know
-
Just like new
leaves harden over time, my mind developed structure
-
My likes and
dislikes also became clearer as I experienced more
-
Now I see everything
has meaning even though that was not the case before
-
I was away from
the garden of Eden, but I did not even recognize that
-
I met friends, I
got degree, I got job, and I got married
-
I earned money, I
raised child, I traveled around the world, and I saw many things
-
I drank
champagne, and did things that are supposed to be wonderful
-
I read books, and
kept on driving my life
-
But again and
again, was the question I raised
-
A simple question
but got my attention
-
Whatever I did ,
the question followed
-
The question was,
?gSo what??h
-
On one hand is
spontaneity, and just do it
-
On the other was
so what
-
In between was
supposed to be a meaning
-
I could not
figure out the proper answer
-
So, I started to
cut all I have and tried my best to answer that question
-
Now, I hear the
sound of wind, again
-
And the answer is
in the sound of wind as it has been
-
As I was that
wind myself some time back
-
Then, someone
asked, ?gSo what??h
-
Wind said, ?gWhere
you ask that question is the answer.?h
-
?gSo, live
accordingly. And carefully listen
to him as you listen to me?h
-
If the one asking
question has the answer, who is he?
-
He is that he is
-
And I am that he
is as much as the wind is that he is
-
So know who he
is, you are, and all are
-
Then permanency is
in all transient state of things, and so is good as it is
(Ireland, 8/99)