the windbell

In praise of all my teachers from whom I received life-as-it-is, for the Buddhist patriarchs, for Kodo, Niwa, Gudo and Chodo Cross, my boundless gratitude. In praise of the ineffable that I don't understand and don't practice well, in praise of the kesa, my life and my love. For all of you.

In life and in sitting-Zen

I become what I fight,

what is surrendered flows in this and everywhere,

preaching is eloquent when I shut my gob

action universal when I let go of all doings,

whishing the release of knots, thinking the direction

wishing what I do not know,

wishing the ineffable

again and again

my homeless original face