Three poems by Dogen

 

 

On Non-Dependence of Mind

Coming, going, the waterbirds

don’t leave a trace,

don’t follow a path.

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Joyful in this mountain retreat yet still feeling melancholy,

Studying the Lotus Sutra every day,

Practicing zazen singlemindedly;

What do love and hate matter

When I’m here alone,

Listening to the sound of the rain

late in this autumn evening.

Drifting pitifully in the whirlwind of birth and death,

As if wandering in a dream,

In the midst of illusion I awaken to the true path;

There is one more matter I must not neglect,

But I need not bother now,

As I listen to the sound of the evening rain

Falling on the roof of my temple retreat

In the deep grass of Fukakusa.

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Mountain Seclusion

I won’t even stop

at the valley’s brook

for fear that

my shadow

may flow into the world.

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