Of the open book
That is the world
I discover anew
The creativity of humanity
As we strive for the divine
I discover anew
The creativity of humanity
As we strive for the divine
I will not count them: the prayer wheels, the meters, the pilgrims, the steps, the number of times I will feel the smooth patina of wood against my palm. I say to Emma: “I want to do this.” She assents.
Burdens weigh me down
Attachments distract me
Encumbrances hold me back
What is peace?
Awakening
Filled with hubris
And righteousness
And anger
And cleverness
And vitriol
Was I too
Then I encountered Buddha
And the Dao, too
It occurs to me… Sometimes
The best way to see ourselves
Is to hand our vision to someone else
And let them tell us what they see
A stupa grand
And towering
Each tile placed
By hands of men
But it made
A man
Of the boy