Summer’s good tonight.
Not a cloud in the sky.
The day birds are making their last calls, night birds not yet starting up.
One of the orchids on my table – the bonus plant, I call it, a root replanted from another pot – lost a blossom this morning. It was time to go.
Over someone’s shoulder in the Métro I read that on this day in 1986 Maradona scored his hand of God
goal against England in the World Cup. It’s hard to say what victory
meant.
Today, last I heard Iran was waiting. For what?
Again, it’s hard to say what victory
means.
As dusk slowly advances, is it day’s loss and night’s gain? Or night’s loss and day’s gain?
For me, it’s a win-win/no-win situation: No loss, no gain; all lost, all gained, by night and day. A bonus plant.
A bonus plant, by night and day
About the Author: zenscribe
Enseignante Zen et poète, Sensei Amy “Tu es cela” Hollowell est née et a grandi à Minneapolis, aux Etats-Unis. Arrivée en France en 1981 pour étudier la littérature et l’histoire, elle y est restée, s’installant à Paris, où elle élève ses deux enfants et gagne sa vie en tant que journaliste.
The Zen teacher and poet Amy “Tu es cela” Hollowell Sensei was born and raised in Minneapolis, but came to France in 1981 to study literature and history and has lived in Paris ever since, raising her two children and making a living as a journalist.
What I am searching for?
Where is the bonus plant?
"Do you want more?"
"So open your hand and let it go."