I wondered not lonely Not a cloud in the sky Amongst the dust and barbed wire No thought of a why. A mirror never tired of giving Bars nothing to keep out or in penis and telephone all but forgotten Flowers thriving in the rotten. A beautiful padlock A choir in the old factory Loitering […]

Although I sometimes wear the Tathagatha teaching In my attachment to kinhin This time I forgot to wear it Thank Buddha that the Tathagatha teaching Was just where I left it Waiting for me to pick it up again No loss no gain Although bathroom breaks are inevitable And kinhin is important Let us strive […]

Passing time losing myself in small birds. Tweets & twitters of delightful buddhas, never reaching the crescendo of a troubled world. Slipping in, a pigeon sits, cooing gently, with the kindly nature of a monk in grey robes.

It’s funny the effect that sitting and retreats have on people.  Here, for example, are Miranda’s thoughts; she writes: “This daft ditty is based on the last week of our Lakes retreat, August 2015. To be sung to the tune of Strawberry Fair – in company, with people joining in the chorus, of course!  Please add […]

First day of sesshin with endless possibilities I’m here to find out what my body needs, begins to hurt bones in a furnace time is slow, time aches in straight spine inside this human triangle there is space to feel fear at a deeper level I might go off the edge days continue in silent […]

We welcome contributions from the sangha. Liverpool member Tomascz Huszcza has just sent these poems.