Sublime

free from defilement or belief in a self

In loneliness I have drifted this long way, alone. My torn and shabby robe could not keep out the cold. And tonight the sky was so clear it made my heart ache all the more.

made it

Having joined the ranks of those who spend their days at home, I figured I now qualified.

One of these was the haiku poet Taneda Santoka.

Saint-Exupéry died because he was bound to die. I want to honor his way of living. It shouldn’t matter if one has setbacks, or dies from drink, or dies in an airplane. We all have the right to make that choice, and we should be entitled to it. There’s no need for all of us to live in a healthy way, always being positive. Poets in particular should

The mountain is fine

At evening of the day,

Birds fly Home together.

Within these things

There is a hint of Truth,

But if I try to tell it,

I cannot find the Words.

Koans required a humility that is really a kind of plainness in approaching life without drama and ulterior motives.