"Going on means going far,
going far means returning"
- Lao Tsu, Tao Teh Ching
It was to the mountains
That I followed the wind
And sat with the clouds contemplating MU
A summer morn, mists stirring the sun
Feather-gold rays clinging
To my robe.
Having only just passed on
A day ago
My legs shudder beneath me
Stretched ligaments slide
Silver-ice nails along my spine
Communion with this !?!
Breathe.
Grey-white walls
Teisho text
Quiet breaths strung sharply together
From my right
An ivory peony
Addresses a wall
Pale shadow clinging for support
The touch of jasmine tea
As I sit and ... Open
Gently touching
Dusk shadows of the courtyard
As green waves roll
From a smooth grey post
A silent bird sanctuary
Taste the evening.
Rising early
I sit
Silent breaths smoothly roll
Neatly stacked in "tens"
Chanting, chores, mindfulness fill
The remaining hours
Elation.
It was from the mountains
That I followed the wind
And drove the winding roads towards home
the afternoon breeze tasting my hand
And touches of incense clinging
To my hair