Moments
Subtitle: Phantom Flowers
“How can I be of service?”
…is a question that bodhisattvas carry in their hearts when they encounter another being, even just for a very brief moment.
Poem: Illusory dreams, phantom flowers—
Sixty-seven years.
A white bird vanishes in the mist,
Autumn waters merge with the sky.
Zhengjue, Cheng-chüeh, Taigen Dan Leighton, and Yi Wu
Cultivating the Empty Field
Resting in trust…
Ignorance was banished and true knowledge arose, darkness was banished and light arose, as happens in one who abides diligent, ardent, and resolute.
MN 4
Poem:
finally…
a snowflake disappears
into its place
Poem: Crescent moon
nothing like
our similes
David Young, Moon Woke Me Up Nine Times
Based on a handout from Koshu’s sumi-e course
