Early morning,
Grey clouds,
Cold breeze,
Silent mind.

Stray thoughts
Come and go.
Calmly breathe,
Back to now.

No self,
No mind,
No ‘me’,
No ‘you’.

No hope,
No goal,
No gain,
Just sit.

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Quiet house aronund me,
Sound of water in the distance.
Birds sing softly out the window.
I sit and let the “now” just be.

The sound of thunder
From a summer storm,
I gently touch
And let it go.

The scent of cooking
From my mother’s kitchen,
I gently touch
And let it go.

A miriad lights reflected
On a river from my childhood,
I gently touch
And let it go.

I sit and breathe,
A simple witness
To a thousand thoughts,
And let them go.

A gentle breeze,
A flutter of leaves,
The sound of running water
In the distance.

A fleeting moment
Gone before we notice,
Our whole life,
an instant.

Felling the sun
Warming up my skin,
I open my eyes
And fill them with now.

Exactly when was it that I forgot?

Can I still recall?

The old sword is asleep
While the armor rusts away in silence.

I sit… and I remember.

When impermanence knocks at your door you’d better be prepared to open up and let her in, she’ll just kick it down anyway if you don’t. #zen

Wishing for the sound of rain on my window as I surrender to the gentle drowsiness of sleep. Good night.

All our problems and tragedies stem from our not realizing life is but a big practical joke and we happen to be the punchline. #life #zen