Tea

- Time is of the essence -
So they say, spilling meanings over their beings
While Nagarjuna chuckles heartily
Sipping his tea, compliantly 

Bez-narodzie

    Bez Ciebie
jestem skorupą marną

    Bez Ciebie
podobnym myśli ulotnej

    Bez Ciebie
nibym bies, pomyje żrący

    Bez Ciebie
jestem ja... wymyślnym 

Tęsknienie

Ciąg...
           w przestrzeń odległą
jak rąk wierzch dobrze znaną

Czuję...
            takie cknienie, takie...
głębi dotknięcie otchłanią

Ku Tobie...
            co krwisty owoc wydajesz
ciałem Swym wątłym, znaczonym raną

 Sadzie...
             świetlisty, trelem śmiały
szelestem liści, jedyny, wspaniały

 - - -

Gdzie sad, gdzie ziemia, gdzie niebo
gdzie radość nasion kiełkowania

Ten owoc padł ponad sadu ramy
Lecz ziemi obcej tej nie chce

Jałowej - choć kwiatu pełnej
Pstrokatej-... tęczowej-... wszechkształtnej?

 - - - nijakiej - - - 

Nebula

A tear
rolls down a tender slope
- moistens fleshy meadows

A drop we are
in the night sky ocean stretched above
an ocean of glimmering eyes

What remains
is just dust
luminous like the flush

that marks the meadows' blooming season

it shall pass

and relaps

as we are
we shall cry
seeing dust

on the starlit sky 

Emptiness

with love and smiles in the Dharma from a student out of the retreat (15.08.2015)

Think!

Not a Thing

Just Think not a Thing

What is it?

Who is Thinking not a Thing?

Think a Thing

Emptiness is a Thing

When there is

"Not a thing"

Not a Thing

is a Thing

Empty dragon eats its Tail

Empty Tail is feeding the Dragon

Think!

Not a Thing

Just Think not a Thing

What is it?

Who is Thinking not a Thing?

Think a Thing

Emptiness is ...

Happy Dragon

is feeding the Me

who is eating the happy Tail?

Empty is...

What is it?

.................

Think!

Not a Thing

.................

What a Thing!

Happy Dragon, Happy Tail

Empty...

.................

What a ...!

...

by Beata Kazimierska-Korsak

my Mother 

Expressing

Ceaselessly expressing
Sometimes impressing
Other times depressing
but always... inevitably

pressing

Only (un)dead fish go with the Flow

                                This one lives
                                            breaths

feeling shining tingling
on his eye-lids
joy of now
ever present - yet so fleeting

touch me
          dip your hand
                 in the stream
within which like a trout your skipping

          answer, if you please
can a fish forgo water with ease
as sure as that rivers reach the seas
       the Flow snatches all of these... 

hands
trouts
streams

all the
           me-s

                                   This one lives
                                        yet with the Flow
                                          obediently flees