Voice of Millennia
From tiny acorn grows a mighty oak.
journeying through endless samsara
abandon your collected burden to the deep
and be here reborn:
fresh, awake and naked!
the journey is the goal
is endless journeying
one portal into another
in leafless December woods
echoes same silence
Grandfather once here knew
Where did all our countries go?
A spontaneously composed poem…
up against a wall
as next way forward
On arriving at our new property the first time alone after purchase, after parking the car we look up to see on the hillside across from ours in the narrow valley are two lines of congregants all dressed in white and chanting. Apparently this ritual takes place every Sunday. At first we were disappointed; laterContinue reading “Haibun #1”
Seed syllable: the quintessential character of any given mandala.