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Jaharkta

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Oneness
« on: November 18, 2007, 09:34:36 PM »

Oneness

Enslaved to this wild, dusty dance,
I twirl and prance -- pretty, foothard --
For all these morbid, ghoulish guards
(So graceless in a graphic stance),
Where vinegrown walls wail to romance
And hopeless claw-beasts clamor, marred
By moonlight's fire, to muse me -- bard
Of doomed desire -- love's dark lance ...

We keen these stone-lust stumbled hours --
Lost to an empty winter's dream;
The waywards weep, and willows scream
For every mad waste crumbling towers
Unmoat around our siege: I plead
And writhe the grimmest woes this mire
Will soak or heed. The beasties bleed ...
Til morning blacks these melted pyres ---

The daily dire's cream ---
Astep we blur blazed beams...

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Re: Oneness
« Reply #1 on: November 22, 2007, 12:25:22 PM »
A Buddha

In Tokyo in the Meiji era there lived two prominent teachers of opposite characteristics. One, Unsho, an instructor in Shingon, kept Buddha's precepts scrupulously. He never drank intoxicants, nor did he eat after eleven o'clock in the morning. The other teacher, Tanzan, a professor of philosophy at the Imperial University, never observed the precepts. When he felt like eating, he ate, and when he felt like sleeping in the daytime, he slept.

One day Unsho visited Tanzan, who was drinking wine at the time, not even a drop of which is supposed to touch the tongue of a Buddhist.

"Hello, brother," Tanzan greeted him. "Won't you have a drink?"

"I never drink!" exclaimed Unsho solemnly.

"One who does not drink is not even human," said Tanzan.

"Do you mean to call me inhuman just because I do not indulge in intoxicating liquids!" exclaimed Unsho in anger. "Then if I am not human, what am I?"

"A Buddha," answered Tanzan.