a door half-opened, a mirror wiped clean. It is a way of returning
to
nature, to our moon nature, our cherry blossom nature, our
falling
leaf nature, in short, to our Buddha nature. It is a way in
which
the cold winter rain, the swallows of evening, even the very
day
in its hotness, and the length of the night, become truly
alive,
share in our humanity, speak their own silent
and
expressive language.
***
sipping
salt water
mind
contracts body tenses
narrow
wants rule life
Still contemplating that article, this island.
really like the Haikus...keep them coming, if you are so moved.
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