Once upon a time there was a Zen monk who lived in a forest amidst blue mountains. No, in a distant country in Asia, no. Here close. In Spain, Valencia Community, Requena.
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A song
And what does it matter after all. Pull you up, room of you. Lift your eyes, without thinking about anything. Open them and see all that light that comes from the sky like music. Breathe it with desire, that to the bottom of your dark lung it breaks through. If you receive it without fear and passively leave… Continue reading
Through the plain of La Mancha
Today a sunny day has dawned. But not every day is bright. Discouragement, frustration, loss and defeat, loneliness and bitterness ... they are also part of the cycle of life, like the dark of night and the pale moonlight. Don Quixote was also the Knight… Continue reading
Zen Meditation On Line
with the Soto Zen Buddhist Community Do you want to practice Zen meditation with us? Every morning and several afternoons a week you have the opportunity to do it. If you are a Benefactor member of the Luz Serena Zen temple, or member of one of our practice centers, you can register on this page and participate from your home, so… Continue reading
Haikus de primavera I
I cool breeze awakens the senses! II Wide love of the sea every morning at dawn. III To receive the gift of existence: open heart. IV Motionless the world blooms in itself every second. V I dissolve (trees, trills, murmurs) I dont exist. VI Children playing, fountain murmur, an old man on a bicycle. VII Eyes… Continue reading
In the mountain, under the snow
Snowy blue trees on this winter dusk that, cup to cup, has left the world speechless, hour after hour, all day in the white rain. Between hills I live alone. Like that pine alone, like that rock alone. alone before the silence like the song of the scoundrel. I raise my glass and drink wine… Continue reading
Last night's moon
Last night the moon visited me. She came alone and at dawn. She entered silently through the large windows of my bedroom, flooding the space with her pale white light.. From the depths of sleep I felt his presence on my face and eyelids. Called me to meet. I followed the call. The meeting occurred and I woke up from… Continue reading
In the heart of winter
In the heart of winter the path of life is submerged exhausted and the path of death opens. Blessed death that brings rest to soul and body! Blessed death who prunes dead branches so that life sprouts again with the joy of spring! Wakô Dokushô, 2012 Photo… Continue reading
Fade to black
Evening falls where was the noon light? Clarity turns orange, Why alchemy do fuchsias appear? The deep blues are winning in the water. The sun no longer blinds. They open their eyes to the wonders of light. Everything is a party at the end of the day. Suddenly, without knowing how… Continue reading
South winds
At the end of January from the south warm winds suddenly arrived. Their warm and violent tongues penetrate the hollows of the forest shaking the great old pines, as the dakini's breath shakes the winter-numbed marrow of the lonely old hermit in the stillness of forgotten silence…. Continue reading