New Poem: "Walking-Chán - An Ode to Hillwalking-Meditation"
in honor of Brother Fa Hsing, fellow hillwalker, and man of the Way, written from the trail on the occasion of his birthday
“Santōka’s Zen was not the sitting Zen of Soto nor the koan Zen of Rinzai. It was ‘walking Zen.’ Santōka was very much like the Chinese monks of old who practiced walking rather than sitting meditation, gaining realization through contact with nature on long pilgrimages…Such monks were solitary figures, attached to no institution or master. Walking was their zazen.” — John Stevens, author/translator, MOUNTAIN TASTING: Haiku and Journals of Santōka Taneda
“Walking-Chán”: an Ode to Hillwalking-Meditation
stepping into the jade realm
of swaying branches and shimmering leaves
footfalls become a way of worship —
silence and the sacrament of sweat mingle,
from high sun to dark.
pine tassels cover the path
cicadas chant from the canopy
dappled light illuminates The Way.
A traveler receives the Great Reminder:
some days you’re ‘in the flow,’
some days you’re out of it
some days have nothing to do with you
and everything is out of your hands
even herons have the occasional “bad fishing day”
but on days like this,
five steps in
and you’re in the Pure Land.
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