This is happiness crossing the stream in summer carrying my straw sandals
When I asked about the immeasurable age of the Buddha In the presence of the Buddha, Answer came from the wind in the pines.
Looking for serenity you have come to the monastery. Looking for serenity I am leaving the monastery. Kwatz! Stop running about seeking! The dusty affairs of the world fill the day fill the night.
From long ago I have been coming along, never arriving. Even the old have far to go: for that is the way with this Way.
There are days I think beauty has been exhausted but then I read about the New York subway cars that, dumped into the ocean, have become synthetic reefs. Coral gilds the stanchions, feathered with dim Atlantic light. Fish glisten, darting from a window into the sea grass that bends around them like green flames— this […]
Good morning! I greet one tree after another- valley path
Whether what we sense of this world is the what of this world only, or the what of which of several possible worlds — which what? — something of what we sense may be true, may be the world, what it is, what we sense. For the rest, a truce is possible, the tolerance of travelers, eating foreign […]