On Errantry

Ugh. I have to drag my scraggly ass off to school soon, so I just wanted to say hello before I went to hunt up some caffiene. Everybody I know can tell you I'm not much for the poetry thing (or the singing thing, or the dancing thing, or the social thing), but zen poetry (especially haiku) gets my blood pressure down so I'm not so irritable. So while I'm gone, here is some lovely zen poetry to think about (my sutta on the Metta Sutta will have to wait until I can link-and-link).

Barn's burnt down-
now
I can see the moon.

-Masahide

Empty-handed I entered the world
barefoot I leave it.
My coming, my going-
two simple happenings
that got entangled.

-Kozan Ichikyo

Good and evil have no self nature;
Holy and unholy are empty names;
In front of the door is the land of stillness and quiet;
Spring comes, grass grows by itself.

-Master Seung Sahn

Feeling better already, aren't you? Here, take a cookie...I promise, by the time you're done
eating it, you'll feel right as rain...

Bear with me. I'm still getting over the fact that quoting the Matrix is now cliche.