Built by them for us.
Not a home for either.
The wind howls through the balcony,
Sounding like ghosts from the childhood cartoons.
Cat sits nearby.
Smelling like the perfumed cat sand from his litter-box.
The wife reluctantly wakes up,
The construction of breakfast begins.
Im on my third or fourth cup of tea.
It is still green but after this many infusions the flavor isn't there.
Work is moving at rapid rate.
I'm not used to the tempo.
Mind is spinning, trying to grasp at a liquid situation.
I expected my Zazen to reflect by being crowded with thought clouds.
It wasn't. It has been strangely peaceful.
7 comments:
glad you can still do zazen after all you've been through! You must have established a pretty good practice for it to come back to you so quickly. Am very happy for you.
Love,
Mom
^^ Agreed! Glad you all are settling in. Happy New year. Thanks for the inspiration :)
Gassho
Happy This Year, Jordan! Thank you for your efforts, Dharmafriend! Peace
Mom, Dirk,
Sitting has been my refuge lately. I am grateful to have this practice.
Uku, Thanks! and happy new revolution to you too!
Jordan - all I can say is that you inspire us all to sit! Bows.
Expectations are pretty powerful.. It's good to let them go sometimes.
MyoChi, Glad to be useful!
Jeff, Yes indeed. Now if only I could master the knack of having no expectations....
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