After snow, deluge.
The hut travels a bit
toward the creek, expounding
the first noble truth
Awakening to find trees and fences down, the old woman instinctively checks her pulse, as if to discover how many beats remain. When we are told we are one with the universe, we nod in agreement, but also tend to grab something and hold on.
Of all the waters in the world
The Ocean is greatest.
All the rivers pour into it
Day and night;
It is never filled.
The Ocean is greatest.
All the rivers pour into it
Day and night;
It is never filled.
--Chuang-Tzu, tr. Thomas Merton