Ten years, fifteen years; “You have too much investment”; “There’s more to this than this”; As Han-shan observed; “Everything,” the Zen Master Said

Ten years, fifteen years   Ten years, fifteen years, hours from now, minutes from now, I’ll leave this world.   The body that contained me will fall, but the wind will blow across Thrushwood Lake, some child will be laughing.   It’s the old familiar plaint, isn’t it? You live a little, you die, the […]