Restlessly I searched for her thousands, hundreds of ways.
Suddenly I turned, and there she was in the receding light.
From a Song Dynasty poem Baidu, now the name of a Chinese search engine
Thanks to Jack for the link.
I’ll be flying tomorrow.
Plumes of patient
fire
riding gayly
proudly.Will there
be flowering
flying
tomorrowAh that we
would know
our
floweringPatiently
we wait
For what
is now!
Don’t get me wrong. I’m no poet, and I know it! Short form gets the job done sooner, and I am all for that. It’s late, it’s nearly the anniversary of my Ordination. Twenty nine years.
All descriptions of reality are limited expressions of the world of
emptiness. Yet we attach to the desciptions and think they are reality.
That is a mistake.
Susuki Roshi
So simple. So true. So human!
Thanks Nic for sending the quote.
Eden Valley – April.
By the river with rubbish, Lancaster
Honeysuckle after rain.
Calw, Black Forest
Presents for PilgrimFull to brimming.
And dull dark dripping days.
Gardening, sewing,
Eating and talking.
– and passing on a tradition.
What an honour.
Thanks for your patience while I deal with many matters. Thankfully I’ve a reliable Internet connection now so posting must surely resume.
I said it before
and I will say it again.Oregon afternoon
eyes search/seeking for meaning in
sun? sky? tree? cloud? air? me?
and not for the first time either
of course.What happened? What changed that day?
Black Forest morning walking
within
sun, sky, tree, cloud, air, me.
Not searching, nothing found
Well, OK then….
OK folks please do not run off with lots of ideas about what I have written here. Read at face value, let it go and get on with your day. Meaning comes and goes. Let it.
I have limited access to the Internet for the next couple of weeks, probably, so I am likely to post telegrams rather than letters.