A Flower Does Not Talk
Silently a flower blooms
In silence it falls away;
Yet here now, at this moment, at this place,
the whole of the flower,
the whole of the world is blooming.
This is the talk of the flower,
the truth of the blossom;
the glory of eternal life is fully shining here.
Zenkei Shibayama
Nanzenji Monastery
Kyoto, Japan
If I were a Temple
would I open my doors and windows
The Sun of everybody to shine
winds of all directions to blow in
Would I remember
that everybody who enters is equal
is having ones own light to shine
The Light so bright
Who would remind me
to see the Beauty there where I would rather not see
to let myself feel the Wind on my skin from the unknown direction
to love my neighbor as myself
Because
The way I see and the way I feel
I either lock myself in or let the door open
I either find myself or lose
Today
I want to let
the brightest Light in
all winds to blow
I remember