tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634607205622614424.post8711526459786664997..comments2023-09-24T14:32:57.972+05:30Comments on Random Musings ..: Hokku, Koan & Zen BuddhismSathyuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07852818276879627691noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634607205622614424.post-73157275162935265142010-05-08T14:17:16.879+05:302010-05-08T14:17:16.879+05:30Itz an engrossing topic which you have chosen!
Ti...Itz an engrossing topic which you have chosen!<br /><br />Till now my thought about haiku was one of the ways of expressing our thoughts in a short poetical form about which attracted us the most,doesn't matter how small it is.<br /><br />I gathered more knowledge about hokku from u'r blog only. The way you and chirs have expressed the views about the poem was very cute and nice.<br /><br />From my point of view, when comparing leaves at the top ,the leaves lying on the land are just like close friends,enjoyong together. The rhythm they make while moving one over the another is very pleasant to hear. It looks like a flower carpet!<br /><br />Hats off u'r efficient work for responding to an anonymous person. <br /><br />Everyone should know that, Itz an amazing blog, where we must share our knowledge by posting comments about it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634607205622614424.post-42453872458797677852010-05-07T14:29:07.523+05:302010-05-07T14:29:07.523+05:30The introduction to lesser known forms of literatu...The introduction to lesser known forms of literature is worthy of being a lecture. You should take it to college halls, ( if you have not already done so0Rajihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13874564347046531427noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634607205622614424.post-13771491449797639522010-05-06T23:05:36.563+05:302010-05-06T23:05:36.563+05:30I know of no other advice than this : Go within an...I know of no other advice than this : Go within and scale the depths of your being from which your very life springs forth. At its source you will find answer to the question whether you must write. Accept it, however it sounds to you, without analysing..<br /><br />- Rainer Maria Rilke (Letters to a Young Poet)<br /><br />Let da blogger & da commentators keep dis advice always in mind. I don't intend to hurt anyone's soul. But i wud continue to hurt everyone's ego, including myself. Its one of my favorite pastimes. Am too old to change now. Therefore, i dont feel sorry for my remarks. I'll continue to write wat i feel as genuine. Similarly, am also aware dat others wud keep doing watever it pleases them. Everything is fine as long as it makes sense. Only our spiritual commentator Pankaj's blessings wud save all of us, including himself!<br /><br />Ohm Mani Padme Hum.chrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04172536952662444170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634607205622614424.post-60474667778490661942010-05-06T20:43:33.622+05:302010-05-06T20:43:33.622+05:30sorry sathya. i should be the last person to conta...sorry sathya. i should be the last person to contaminate the atmosphere of the blog. thirunallar sani bhagwan would have cast eye on me to react in that way. at times of provocation, i should maintain silence of degradable plastic as golden silence is not gifted to the weak genomes. <br /><br /> your quoted lines of "master" 'rainer maria rilke' is not translated by stephen mitchel. i will add the remaining lines of autumn day , <br /><br /> lord: command the fruits to swell on tree and vine;/ grant them a few more warm transparent days,/ urge them on to fulfillment then, and press/ the final sweetness into the heavy wine.<br /><br /> i pray that your blog read by more and more people and you convert all those beautiful starts into solid desertations of attainable more depth and width.red earth and pouring rainnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634607205622614424.post-48433544910447498402010-05-06T14:36:46.171+05:302010-05-06T14:36:46.171+05:30Dear chris and red earth and pouring rain,
They s...Dear chris and red earth and pouring rain,<br /><br />They say count to ten <br />And your anger will abate <br />Wise words to go by. <br /> <br /> anonymous...vivekhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17799568110466677220noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634607205622614424.post-27884877925522988932010-05-06T08:06:27.316+05:302010-05-06T08:06:27.316+05:30Let us leave the blogger out of this spat. Even ot...Let us leave the blogger out of this spat. Even otherwise on a wonderful article on Haiku, the spat looks completely out of place. This is not to say that the blog is a sacred place. But at least the blogger should not be dragged into it. <br /><br />Ramacharitmanas in this context has a beautiful Chaupai - Nij Agyan Ram Par Dharahin.<br /><br />May Lord RAMA bless you all. OM Shanti.Pankajnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634607205622614424.post-45843205113277781782010-05-06T03:18:17.614+05:302010-05-06T03:18:17.614+05:30Lol! Da whole of English-speaking literate world k...Lol! Da whole of English-speaking literate world knows of Vikram Chandra & his feeble standing. He'z a third-rated writer. Now what to say of someone who copies da title of his novel? Both must be a shame to whatever be da original!<br /><br />I care a damn who dis blogger is & who u r. Neither i want to know him personally & nor u definitely. I go by wat'z written than da bullshit biographies of any of u. U all can write u'r own autobiographies & shove it up.<br /><br />I liked some of da writings in dis blog. So am following. Whatever i didn't like, i've been openly critical. Rest assured, da moment it gets mediocre, i wud quit. <br /><br />If dis is a personal blog of someone, y is it open in da public domain? Y don't u scratch each other's back & be contended in u'r smug, hypocritical lives? If u write muck, i'll say doubly so. Let u & da blogger be prepared to face it. Else make it private & do wat u please!<br /><br />I respect intellectual integrity. Itz a fast waning commodity in India now. Da print & visual media r full of crap. Thanks to da net, we've got spaces like blogging. There again, there r some crackpots who write completely unrelated idiocies like both da comments (including da latest blabber) by da above commentator. I'll continue to call a spade a spade. I don't have any axes to grind. Let dat be clear. <br /><br />Write sense & be responsible. If nonsense is what u want to blurt out, y don't u sms or mail to each other? But if u write all kinds of unrelated stuff in da blog, have da guts to face da criticism. A blog is a collective fora or known & unknown people. Linked only by da commonality of interests. Nothing else matters. Get rid of all u'r imbecile, cognitive disorders & get a life!chrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04172536952662444170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634607205622614424.post-91730853001781444102010-05-05T23:16:27.675+05:302010-05-05T23:16:27.675+05:30I climb the road to cold mountain,/ The road to co...I climb the road to cold mountain,/ The road to cold mountain that never ends./ The valleys are long and strewn with stones;/ The streams broad and filled with thick grass./ Moss is slippery though no rain has fallen;/ Pines sigh but it is not the wind./ who can break from the snares of the world / and sit with me among the white clouds?<br /><br />High on the mountain's peak/ infinity in all directions!/ the solitory moon looks down / From its midnight loft/ Admires its reflection in the icy wind. / Shivering, I serenade the Moon.<br /><br /> Both by Han Shan.<br /><br />To the dim cottage / Overgrown with thick - leaved vines / Comes the dreary autumn: / But there no people come.<br /> The Monk Egyo.<br /><br />These three pieces are reportedly zen poems, the category of poem, the biography of the poet, its covert/overt meanings should be certified by the BIG BROTHERS. what I understood is that these 3 poems are not very meditative but more evocative. the beautiful pattern of words like "who can sit with me among white clouds", " the solitory moon from its midnight loft admires its reflection in the icy pond", " in its loneliness comes the dreary autumn time" are the openings in the respective poems which allowed me to enter its innerscape. Then one could feel the vast meadow of the poem. <br /><br /> I am not carrying any pedigree to comment about Haiku poetry. But, I would like to know whether the beauty of the Haiku poetry is in the meditative quality of the poem or the poetic experience of meditation on Nature. <br /><br /> I would reply to the earlier comment on my title and the content. the title is not secretly stolen . it was metaphor for the meeting of lovers written by nameless poet of sangam generation of Tamil Literature, atleast 2000 years ago. it was translated by A.K.Ramanujam couple of decades ago. if i am not wrong, it was also used as title of the novel by indian english writer vikram chandra. i never claimed copyright for the name. <br /><br /> this is personal blog of someone. his known people are reacting to the writings in informal, carefree way. at times, the references can be personal, localised and idiotic also. the responses to the blog writing need not be considered for paris literary review.<br /><br /> this self proclaimed censor board is pouncing at others on his own or with the approval of the blogger. better he learn decency and unlearn unwarranted verbal arrogance.red earth and pouring rainnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634607205622614424.post-24823071030641904332010-05-04T16:44:32.476+05:302010-05-04T16:44:32.476+05:30Came to know more about Zen & Haiku from u'...Came to know more about Zen & Haiku from u'r blog. Keep it up.PallaviGoshhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02791010337700340214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634607205622614424.post-4852879197917354082010-05-04T15:43:35.357+05:302010-05-04T15:43:35.357+05:30Who'z dis funny johnny with crackpot ideas?
He...Who'z dis funny johnny with crackpot ideas?<br />He/She is having a nice sounding pen name, which, does not befit what has been blurted out! Therefore, it makes me suspect dat da guy/gal must have lifted da name from somebody. Besides, I also feel dis is a serious case of dementia or some such cognitive disorder. Like many other literates, I've also read about dis news item at length. Wat'z da big deal in it? <br /><br />Instead of asking for a pardon at da end of an indigestive dysentry, it wud have done good to all of us, including this gentleman/lady, if it was done initally itself & remained silent. Little knowledge is dangerous. But half-baked knowledge is fatally lethal!chrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04172536952662444170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634607205622614424.post-30257878348640465702010-05-04T13:22:13.314+05:302010-05-04T13:22:13.314+05:30Respected Sathyu Ayya, Ms.Madhuri Gupta, IFS, who...Respected Sathyu Ayya, Ms.Madhuri Gupta, IFS, who was arrested recently in espionage activities, is said to be expert on Sufism. She was seriously thinking of doing doctorate on Great RUMI, but could not do either due to non-cooperation of RUMI or non-enlightened soul of his boss.This trait of MS. traitor was reported in one magazine who otherwise utterly simplify the issue. I am not going to say anything serious about the dichotomy of the personality who can be RUMI Reader and Traitor simeltaneously. This will ne taken care of by Derridas n Foucaults. I just pray my Beloved Folk Gods n RUMI to give the Lady sufficient Peace inside the Quarantine so that she can complete the doctorate thesis. Pardon me to write something unrelated to violate the ORDER and DISCIPLINE of this Blog.red earth and pouring rainnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634607205622614424.post-52863232851917454732010-05-03T12:11:33.784+05:302010-05-03T12:11:33.784+05:30After long arguments as to why kurukshetra war sho...After long arguments as to why kurukshetra war should not be fought, Arjuna lamented that his limbs could not bear his weight, his mind is whirling, his skin is burning and he cannot even hold his Gandiva.He resigns himself completely and sits in the back portion of the chariot.He says even if the brethren of Dhritrashtra kill him with weapons when he is empty handed -it is all the more better'.He has given up love of life also , what to say of the kingship of three worlds.<br /><br />He says, "i will not fight" and becomes totally silent.He has surrendered himself completely.Nothing is left to be done.He has given up all efforts.THERE IS COMPLETE SURRENDER AND NOW SHREE KRISHNA SPEAKS AND ARJUNA HEARS.That is the sound of one hand clapping.When one mind is in union with the other.There is music,there is interaction but in oneness.It is conversation with self yet not the self.<br />In meditation, when one hears the Anahata nada, there is none but one hand clapping.When the nature sings,it is the music of one hand clapping.When one hears the unspoken words of another, it is the sound of one hand clapping.Since all sounds emerge from OM, all creation emerges from Om,Om is the sound of one hand clapping.When two lovers meet in complete unison, it is the sound of one hand clapping.<br />When one is in a state of meditation or surrender, there is one hand clapping and when one intellectualy analyses, one writes the theory of one hand clapping but there is no clapping going on.<br />leaves falling, leaves lie on leaves,rain beats the rain.<br /><br />I saw the fall of leaves, yet i did not notice it.<br />But Gyodai says, see , the leaves fall continuously on each other,the process of life and death is a continuous one.Death is not a discontinuity.If leaves are falling and falling and falling, and falling, see the magic, it is infinite-the creation is infinite.After falling, they lie on each another, another life-they are closer.No doubt,they shall decay and merge in one another completely and be reborn again.Why ,O mind, do you associate fall with melancholy?Rain beats the rain.Again, a sense of continuitywhen the each rain drop follows another, takes its place and flows down.It is a haiku on the temporariness of lifeas well as its continuity.For an observer, it is process and not an incident and the individuality in fact becomes totally irrelevant from the universal viewpoint of the observer.<br /><br />a shame to pick it,<br /> a shame not to pick it,<br /> the violet flower.<br />To be or not to be,<br />the dilemmas of life, <br />The crown of being, <br />the violet chakra<br />, how to reach it,<br />how to cross it<br />and enter the unknown world?<br /><br />Sathyu dservs on hand clpping for his excellent article!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634607205622614424.post-60285800943610812352010-05-03T10:00:58.683+05:302010-05-03T10:00:58.683+05:30Sathya, you have got really charged up! Is it beca...Sathya, you have got really charged up! Is it because of the questions posed to you or the fact that they were by 'Anonymous', you only would know. But what you have written is like flash flood. A deluge. It is difficult to stand up to it. Part of it is Over Head Transmission. But before signing off, I would humbly submit my take on Gyōdai's poem Falling leaves; lie on one another; rain beats on rain.<br /><br />In Autumn, when leaves fall and lie on one another, at that time if one sees from the perspective of a young leaf, it may go through various emotions. It can feel proud of the fact that it is young, when others of its like are withering away. But an intelligent leaf would immediately sense as to what would be its fate in a short time when it would lie on other leaves, waiting to become one with the mother earth. At that moment, it may feel one with the creation, with whatsoever no difference between it, other leaves, mother earth, the creation and the creator. The feeling of being SHIVOHAM would pervade its entire being on this realisation. Rain beats on Rain. I.e. Brahma, Shiva may have been existing ever since, but the leaf contemplating on them is no different. Aham Brahmo Asmi, AnalHaq, Tat Tvam Asi, Shivoham or Rain beats on rain, whatever way one expresses it, they all carry the same meaning. <br /><br />Regarding-A shame to pick it -<br />A shame not to pick it -<br />The violet flower, even though you have not asked but I feel like interpreting it. According to me The violet flower is denoting liberation here. The poet says that it would be shame if we do not seek liberation. At the same time he laments that even when we ask for liberation, there is still some asking left in us, which is a shame. Does it make any sense to you!Pankajnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634607205622614424.post-7184422026495594872010-05-03T09:57:59.592+05:302010-05-03T09:57:59.592+05:30And one to my dame.(sir,knight)
''I sit a...And one to my dame.(sir,knight)<br /><br />''I sit at my desk <br />each night with no place to go, <br />opening thee wrinkled maps of Milwaukee and Buffalo.'<br /> ANNE SEXTON.<br /><br />I got little time to go into your blog,itz one of ur best blogs-commendable job.<br /> I need to have zen state of mind to appreciate haiku or hokku,which at present i dont have..long way to go..Haiku is known for its brevity,yet it needs such a detailed essay to get some insight...i remember one famous zen saying<br /><br /><br /> Before enlightement-chop wood,carry water<br /><br /> After enlightment-chop wood,carry water.vivekhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17799568110466677220noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634607205622614424.post-20198521296199416552010-05-02T20:55:04.468+05:302010-05-02T20:55:04.468+05:30Brilliant piece.
Da way u've expressed u'r...Brilliant piece.<br />Da way u've expressed u'r reading of da poem 'Falling Leaves' is marvellous. Itz deeply meaningful.<br />Whether it can be called as a Hokku or Haiku, doesn't matter, for a rose is a rose is a rose! <br /><br />Regarding 'wat'z da sound of one hand clapping', I wud add to wat u've said dat, only if two hands become one, it can clap. It shud also answer da final question, only if two persons become one, dey can love. <br /><br />Reading u'r blog has given me a renewed impetus to read more about Zen & Haiku.<br />Thanks buddy!chrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04172536952662444170noreply@blogger.com