Enkyo Roshi
My shuso, the doctor.
My student, the philosopher.
Jewish mystic, a righteous homo,
But oh, hidden beneath the wise cracks, the theory, the pathology,
Your kind heart embracing Mother, Mark, and all of us.
Joshin
In the beginning was the Word
And the Word was with Neil
And God said: You and I should talk!
Well, to this day the conversation continues
Via stem cells and microbes,
Ants and complexity theory
And we, dear Shuso, are the grateful beneficiaries—
Congratulations!

Myoshin
Dr. Soten's Good Medicine
Step by step, heart to
heart we're dancing with the stars
living with the ants
Amazing Grace!
Bokushu
Through bare branches, a hazy moon marches.
Birds fold their wings to sleep
while trees hold up the sky.
What is the moon? Bounding the abyss,
his bloodshot eyes descend to matter's heart.
He thirsts to know, yet cultivates the mystery of our life.
What's in the orbit of his mind?
A flower, then its satellite: a smile.

Myoko
Who knew the liver is so big, or is it so small?
Either way, intimate vast as the galaxy
Cells, oxygen releasing rocks, ants, complexity theory, blueberry poundcake.....
The mind just stops of itself,
in wonder!
Ryotan
From chaos it's hard to figger:
Things organize themselves,
Then get bigger.
From the evolutionary drama
Come horse, cat, cow ...
And Obama.
And when you get to Shuso,
They continue to do so.
With mind like a razor
He sharpens up our
Days here.
With heart like a poet
He's kind enough to
Show it.
In the Zendo each Monday night
He shines the
Bodhisattva light.
Onward, upward, outward till
Dammit! He's enlightened
The whole planet!

Shinryu
Seeds, soil, moisture, sun
Soten walking through the park
Makes daffodils bloom
