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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