morning light
reflects golden
across the oak floor
frames
a single strand of dust
as it floats
through the
cold zendo air
birds outside
answer the call
of the dokusan bell
morning light
reflects golden
across the oak floor
frames
a single strand of dust
as it floats
through the
cold zendo air
birds outside
answer the call
of the dokusan bell
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frames
a single strand of dust
I see it! And it’s beautiful, as are your words.
It was beautiful, Eric…thank you for being here again, be well~
You capture the serene atmosphere perfectly. Thank you for sharing.
It is difficult to not use too many words…but the ones there seem to encompass the entire moment… Be well~
Peaceful, peaceful. Thank you.
Thank you, Mary Ann, as always for sharing your presence. Be well~
The temple bell stops.
But the sound keeps coming
out of the flowers. ~Basho
And the diesel trucks, and the falling snow… Be well~
Dokusan…”going alone to a respected one.” From one who “doesn’t play well with others” while questioning her own resistance to “finding refuge” while waiting for “the teacher who will come when she is ready”…the Dokusan bell…a ritual transition that enlightens one to a contimunn of refuge from an universal wakefulness to a connection within a spiritual community and then a deeper presence of trust within self and one other?
Soft, lovely imagery. Can’t find the word “zedo” in any of my dictionaries. Could you clarify its meaning? Thank you!
Ron
zendo… now fixed…
gassho~
Ahhh! Thank you!
Ron