Zazen

When you let everything happen to you It all exists, a gentle farce that nips the little eye on your leg; then you sit, then you leave and, without a home, it only floats by without a mouth.

What have I got under my hat?

My brand new home hidden all day like cooling soup

A special day beyond beyond gone beyond words turning directly to the one who said no days are special but that everyday is good an hour ago it is not quiet cat in the litter box washing machine another cycle anticipating the snow storm trying to stay awake not anxious but a bit restless

Oh, There it Is Mind wanders...returns... It looks for answers It thinks it knows things

Maybe it does, but at best it's only partial. Put it down. No need to figure it out.

Oh. There it is!

Looking for something

Which cannot be found

Wandering aimlessly

Rain soaking the earth

As a Zen priest

I light candles and incense, And bow in a most proper way

Before continuing to be a fool

Haengdal Citta

What is the sound of dharma on a loading dock?

Freight banging on trailer floors

Horns and backup alarms

Not so pleasing as the bell in my priest's bag

But that is picking and choosing Calling with the same mind - just wake up

Haengdal Citta

Source and stream are not different

Flowing is simply what flows

Try to stop it, it moves on

Try to find it, it is gone new green leaves earth-rooted silences poetree

There are no images to suit my idea of a life that is sane.

That's why I'm invisible.

All-Flowing Cottage

Sendai, Japan