Finding the Space in the Heart.
The space goes on. But the wet black brush tip drawn to a point, lifts away. –Gary Snyder, from “Finding the Space in the Heart” Featured image via Chervv
In Sung China, two monks friends for sixty years watched the geese pass. Where are they going? one tested the other, who couldn’t say. That moment’s silence continues. No one will study their friendship in the koan-books of insight. No one will remember their names. I think of them sometimes, standing, perplexed by sadness, goose-down…
Questions Before Dark
” As this day ends, and before sleep when the sky dies down, consider your altered state: has this day changed you? Are the cornerssharper or rounded off? Did youlive with death? Make decisions that quieted? Find one clear word that fit? At the sun’s midpoint did you notice a pitch of absence, bewilderment…