The morning meditation is always about the permanence of impermanence.
To the southeast pink clouds stretch across the blue sky,
As if an unseen calligrapher's brush left a message
that almost, but fortunately not quite,
began to disappear as quickly as it was created.
The relationship between sky and sun, earth and moon
cannot be long held in the hand or the mind.
We can only humbly come before them
as nations plan and rant and plunder,
trying to hoard and completely eat up at the same time.
Yet, there are messages that linger long enough
to guide us a little further, messages that whisper,
"This is your life. Go ahead;
please make yourself at home
and plant some beautiful seeds."
say
November 30, 2024
say
November 30, 2024
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