I’m a poor but happy follower of the Way
whatever happens takes care of my needs
last night the west wind blew down an old tree
at daybreak firewood covered the ground
windblown white silk wreathed the red scarps
dewdrop pearls adorned the green cliffs
my survival has always depended on what’s present
why should I tire myself out making plans
-- Stonehouse, tr. Red Pine
I'm
interested in the traces I feel I can sense of the effect of the word
"Way" in various minds. Ask the average Taoist or Zennist about it, and
you can hear some overlap in their replies, but it's not a matchup, the
way their image of "noodles" or "ocean" might be. This leaves me
wondering what idiot came up with the word "Way" in the first place.
Trying to confuse us, eh?
The more I muse on all this, the
more I feel like candles and chants risk more hindrance than help. When
it's time to cut up some cabbage, just pick up the knife and cut
cabbage.
-- shonin