About
By Larch On September 28th, 2010I didn’t come to this forest
to become the seaweed harvester.
I came to sit, emptying myself.
I don’t go to the garden to
just get food.
I go to become empty/receptive
to plant voices/pulsations.
A boat is not for
“getting to the islands”.
It is for sitting, zazen,
and rather than
“watching the breath,”
one may start with
“Row, row, row your boat,
gently down the stream,
merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,
life is but a dream.”