Ten Bulls- 10. In the World |
Barefooted and naked of breast, I mingle with the people of the world.My clothes are ragged and dust-laden, and I am ever blissful.I use no magic to extend my life;Now, before me, the dead trees becom...
Posted by Adam Buckland on Tue, 12 Dec 2006 12:33:00 PST |
Ten Bulls- 9. Reaching the Source |
Too many steps have been taken returning to the root and the source.Better to have been blind and deaf from the beginning!Dwelling in one's true abode, unconcerned with that without --The river flows ...
Posted by Adam Buckland on Mon, 11 Dec 2006 12:45:00 PST |
Ten Bulls- 8. Both Bull and Self Transcended |
Whip, rope, person, and bull -- all merge in No-Thing.This heaven is so vast no message can stain it.How may a snowflake exist in a raging fire?Here are the footprints of the patriarchs.Comment: Medio...
Posted by Adam Buckland on Mon, 11 Dec 2006 04:19:00 PST |
Ten Bulls- 7. The Bull Transcended |
Astride the bull, I reach home.I am serene. The bull too can rest.The dawn has come. In blissful repose,Within my thatched dwelling I have abandoned the whip and rope.Comment: All is one law, not two....
Posted by Adam Buckland on Sat, 09 Dec 2006 02:22:00 PST |
Ten Bulls- 6. Riding the Bull Home |
Mounting the bull, slowly I return homeward.The voice of my flute intones through the evening.Measuring with hand-beats the pulsating harmony, I direct the endless rhythm.Whoever hears this melody wil...
Posted by Adam Buckland on Fri, 08 Dec 2006 01:36:00 PST |
Ten Bulls- 5. Taming the Bull |
The whip and rope are necessary,Else he might stray off down some dusty road.Being well trained, he becomes naturally gentle.Then, unfettered, he obeys his master.Comment: When one thought arises, ano...
Posted by Adam Buckland on Thu, 07 Dec 2006 01:44:00 PST |
Ten Bulls- 4. Catching the Bull |
I seize him with a terrific struggle.His great will and power are inexhaustible.He charges to the high plateau far above the cloud-mists,Or in an impenetrable ravine he stands.Comment: He dwelt in the...
Posted by Adam Buckland on Wed, 06 Dec 2006 02:19:00 PST |
Ten Bulls- 3. Perceiving the Bull |
I hear the song of the nightingale.The sun is warm, the wind is mild, willows are green along the shore,Here no bull can hide!What artist can draw that massive head, those majestic horns?Comment: When...
Posted by Adam Buckland on Tue, 05 Dec 2006 01:46:00 PST |
Ten Bulls- 2. Discovering the Footprints |
Along the riverbank under the trees, I discover footprints! Even under the fragrant grass I see his prints. Deep in remote mountains they are found. These traces no more can be hidden than one's nose,...
Posted by Adam Buckland on Mon, 04 Dec 2006 01:27:00 PST |
Ten Bulls- 1. The Search For The Bull |
Ten BullsThese beautiful Zen Buddhist wood prints reflect on the ten stages of personal growth and discovery that we experience as we embark upon the journey of self-awareness.(As a note, those Cat S...
Posted by Adam Buckland on Sun, 03 Dec 2006 11:30:00 PST |
