Sometimes it is hard to see what what is really going on in our lives or where they are leading to. Underneath, something is happening. We just have to be patient for it to emerge.
If you break open the cherry tree
Where are the flowers?
But in the Springtime
see how they bloom!
Ikkyu, 1394 – 1481 Japanese Zen monk and poet
Our guide for today and this week: doing the ordinary things with attention and with love.
When the mind is at peace,
the world too is at peace.
Nothing real, nothing absent.
Not holding on to reality,
not getting stuck in the void,
you are neither holy nor wise, just
an ordinary fellow who has completed his work.
Layman Pang, 740 – 808, Chinese Chan layman
photo florian plag
Here close to earth be cherished, mortal heart,
Hold your way deep as roots push rocks apart
To bring the spurt of green up from the dark.
Where music thundered let the mind be still,
Where the will triumphed let there be no will,
What light revealed, now let the dark fulfill.
Here close to earth the deeper pulse is stirred,
Here where no wings rush and no sudden bird,
But only heart-beat upon beat is heard.
Here let the fiery burden be all spilled,
The passionate voice at last be calmed and stilled
And the long yearning of the blood fulfilled.
Now voyager, come home, come home to rest,
Here on the long-lost country of earth’s breast
Lay down the fiery vision, and be blest, be blest.
extract May Sarton, Now Voyager
photo Yu-hong Wen
When I rise up
let me rise up joyful
like a bird
When I fall
let me fall without regret
like a leaf.
Wendell Berry, Prayers and Sayings of the Mad Farmer
photo sten
It is not easy for a man to be as great as a mountain or a forest.
But that is why the Creator gave them to us as teachers.
Now that I am old I look once more toward them for lessons,
instead of trying to understand the ways of men,
Kent Nerburn, Neither Wolf nor Dog: On Forgotten Roads with an Indian Elder
photo mwolf89
Live as if you liked yourself, and it may happen:
reach out, keep reaching out, keep bringing in.
This is how we are going to live for a long time:
not always, for every gardener knows that after the digging, after the planting,
after the long season of tending and growth, the harvest comes.
from Marge Percy, The Seven of Pentacles
