an old writer and his words

  • THREE MORE VIEWS OF THE SHOBOGENZO

    BASO’S HEART SUTRA When my teacher asks of my practice I shall be still for the eye speaks volumes and the mouth sees all that lies before it. HŌON’S AWAKENING A fool always asks how do I get to where will I find what will come. A wise man can swallow an ocean in a…

    Lou Faber

  • THREE VIEWS OF THE SHOBOGENZO

    SEIGAN’S WHISK If a master asks where I am from I shall tell him. If he lifts his stick and asks if they have this stick there I will grab the stick and cast it into the ocean so it may go where it chooses. HYAKUJO REMAINS SEATED The gift of dharma flies off in…

    Lou Faber

  • MUSINGS

    The poet muses: I wonder if a cat purrs when no one is in the same room. I suppose we could put in a microphone and find out. Schrödinger comments: if there is no microphone the cat is purring and the cat is not purring, and what is the half- life of a poem.

    Lou Faber

  • STAIRCASE

    It stands at the end of a very long hallway white walls, naked like giant canvasses awaiting the overdue artist. There are no doorways off this corridor, just the one behind you through which you entered what now seems hours ago. You stand as though rooted to the polished marble floor, your legs leaden, to…

    Lou Faber

  • QUESTIONS

    If the night sky contains no moon has the sun gone out? It is like a garden within a fence, do the flowers dream of freedom or are we the prisoners kept out from the world within their golden petals? A strong wind carries off the answers.

    Lou Faber

  • MORE MUSIC OF THE FLUTE

    UMMON’S FEAST         鐵笛倒吹 七 Sitting in the deep well of silence feel the old patriarchs dancing on top of your head, look down under the weight of their wisdom., to the earth and stare deeply into their eyes. But how will you go make a feast for the never sated gods? Lie on the earth,…

    Lou Faber

  • FROM THE BEGINNING

    Buddha said Christ walked on water, but we all did that in the womb, it was only knowledge that caused our skills to erode. Be content, he smiled, you could have been an egg.

    Lou Faber

  • SUITS HIM

    She says she is certain that she has seen the archangel Gabriel. It was late at night, to be sure, but it clearly wasn’t someone of this world and equally clearly not an alien, since there was no UFO or wormhole. She knew, as well, it wasn’t God, “Why would God trifle with me, when…

    Lou Faber

  • ENTER EXITS

    He says doors and windows are to enable us to come within, to be safe from all that is outside, to make this space a sanctuary. She says windows and doors are to allow us to merge with the sky, taste the river, and sing songs taught us by the moon. The doors and windows…

    Lou Faber

  • OSAKA MORNING

    The rain trickles slowly down the deep green and gray roof tiles, drips slowly from the tangle of wires and antennae, onto the narrow streets and alleys where bicycles lean against doorways, barely avoided by cars passing quickly. The sky is the gray of countless ships in the nearby harbor, a monochromatic world broken only…

    Lou Faber