Moments:
This Spring Evening
Poem:
oh, this bumpy ride…
sunlight reflections
on the road
Everything I’ve gained, I joyfully surrender!
Every step I take, I’m moving with the world.
Chants and Sutras, Zen Community of Oregon
Why rush?
Poem:
unhurried
the pale moon above
a traffic jam
…before my enlightenment, while I was still only an unenlightened Bodhisatta, I too, being myself subject to birth, sought what was also subject to birth; being myself subject to ageing, sickness, death, sorrow, and defilement, I sought what was also subject to ageing, sickness, death, sorrow, and defilement. Then I considered thus: ‘Why, being myself subject to birth, do I seek what is also subject to birth? Why, being myself subject to ageing, sickness, death, sorrow, and defilement, do I seek what is also subject to ageing, sickness, death, sorrow, and defilement?
MN 26
Poem: A bell at sunset
no one to hear it
this spring evening
David Young, Moon Woke Me Up Nine Times
