“Something mysteriously formed. Born before heaven and earth. In the silence and the void. Standing alone and unchanging. Ever present and in motion. I do not know its name,
Call it Tao
A important book for me in my university days, was by Alan Watts- The Way of Zen.
All my life I have been able to recite the poems quoted in this book about the Zen idea of mindfulness
Quietly chaos dies
Open the door of Buddha
Flowers call his name
In the rain, outside my cabin
I listen to the sound of the guitar.
Loud, it reminds me
of an old friend now passed.
The garden at twilight, so vivid,
Intoxicates my senses.
Three dimensional, the plants are talking to me
Alive, vibrant, outer worldly,
A celebration of nature,
And spiritual journey,
To ease the pain of my decline.
The joy of nature, harmony and balance