
I have slipped into these wide spaces,
this atmosphere of salt and amplitude,
this amazing piece of natural Heaven and haven,
like a ship slipping into her berth.
The House by the Sea: the journals of May Sarton

I have slipped into these wide spaces,
this atmosphere of salt and amplitude,
this amazing piece of natural Heaven and haven,
like a ship slipping into her berth.
The House by the Sea: the journals of May Sarton
Ed: Memorial service for Nanao Sakaki at Upaya Zen Center and memorial service for roshi John Daido Loori at Mt. Tremper.
One more by Nanao Sakaki to meet the Solstice evening:
In the morning
After taking cold shower
—–what a mistake—–
I look at the mirror.
There, a funny guy,
Grey hair, white beard, wrinkled skin,
—–what a pity—–
Poor, dirty, old man!
He is not me, absolutely not.
Land and life
Fishing in the ocean
Sleeping in the desert with stars
Building a shelter in the mountains
Farming the ancient way
Singing with coyotes
Singing against nuclear war–
I’ll never be tired of life.
Now I’m seventeen years old,
Very charming young man.
I sit down quietly in lotus position,
Meditating, meditating for nothing.
Suddenly a voice comes to me:
“To stay young,
To save the world,
Break the mirror.”
Thank you for practicing,
Genju