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Precepts Poems by Matto (Shinkai)

(Precepts in bold)


I take refuge in the Buddha, in Oneness, the awakened nature of all beings.

Realizing my nature

I have a roof during the storm.


I take refuge in the Dharma, in Diversity, the ocean of wisdom and compassion.

All the ties in a great net

Holding peace together.


I take refuge in the Sangha, in Harmony, the interdependence of all.

A bow to any one

One ten-thousand manifest.


Not knowing, thereby giving up fixed ideas about myself and the universe, I vow to cease from evil.

Practicing interdependence

Inappropriate action

A cold shower to warm up.


Bearing witness to the joy and suffering of the world, I vow to practice good.

Sawblade grasses everywhere

Clumsy feet turn red

Compassion dancing above.


Honoring wholeness in myself and others, I vow to save all beings.

Of all the insults to avoid

Taking tea first is surely worst

Only last, if at all

For this que will continue.


Recognizing that I am not separate from all that is, I vow to take up the Way of Not Killing.

Breath never stolen

Infinite wind rustles the mind

Breath of life given.


Being satisfied with what I have, I vow to take up the Way of Not Stealing.

Of all the many precious things

Time and Energy

Honor only with intention.


Honoring mutuality and respecting commitment, I vow to take up the Way of Not Misusing Sex.

A cooperative dance

Timeless starlight through clouds

Together beautiful.


Listening and speaking from the heart, I vow to take up the Way of Not Speaking Falsely.

Speak with silver sword or cripple’s cane

Fist or palm

Front and center.


Cultivating a mind that sees clearly, I vow to take up the Way of Not Intoxicating Mind and Body.

Delusions are most addictive:

A quiet flame

Embers hard to extinguish

Quickly kindled.


Unconditionally accepting what each moment has to offer, I vow to take up the Way of Not Finding Fault with Others.

The mind’s road

Sometimes filled with fools

Silent stepping springs ceaseless compassion.


Meeting others on equal ground, I vow to take up the Way of Not Elevating Myself while Abusing Others.

Rest the mind

‘I’ vs. ‘You’

Laid to rest.


Using all the ingredients of my life, I vow to take up the Way of Not Sparing the Dharma Assets.

Daylight and moon-shadows

Enjoy the cricket’s song

It’s not made for our pockets.


Transforming suffering into wisdom, I vow to take up the Way of Not Harboring Ill Will.

Cutting thoughts may slice in two

Yet as a whetstone

They can be viewed anew.


Honoring my life as an instrument of the Great Way, I vow to take up the Way of Not Defaming the Three Treasures.

All are one

Buddha nature

One and all

Must practice!


My first was dark brown

A mala of seed.

My next was stone

Pattern of beads.

Another, like glass

Shimmered in light.

And then one of wood

Reminding of life.

That last one was given

A time it was most needed

It set itself free

When its influence receded.

Eighteen months since

My wrist remained bare

The tool and vessel

Replaced by air:

I take it in

Turn it to breath

Let it go

One closer to death.

Free from tether

Mind, body, and soul can drift

While without my mala

I tested life’s gift.

A piece of material

I fully understand

It is only but a focus

As close as my hand.

I made yet another

That now wraps my wrist

Stones made in the Earth

Far from sun-lit mist.

Under the mountains

Where the pressure was keen

And from the mouth of volcanoes

Where the heat is extreme.

From the dark

To the light

Wrapping round

Tied tight.

Bringing them together

Also brings me to myself

A bead in the middle

Unique to all else.

It is dark brown

From an old, mala of seed

And from it, a tassel

As blue as the breeze.

Because that is but air

Moved by Earth and sun

A thing that was once breath

From the mouth of One.


Amidst rain

A loss

In perspective


Today, I marched

For billions of reasons

And you were one.


Two hands, two eyes
One heart, three minds.


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