Back now from retreat.
Return after a week away to find the city relaxed, moving step by step, unbound.
Recall the mist on the green morning hills outside my window before a first sitting. Night had been filled with fitful sleep. I drank it all, then turned to dress.
The entire week was like that: Deliciously bittersweet, arriving and moving on.
None of us will ever be there (or here) again.
We’ll never be there again
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.
Who’s asking?
the unbearable lightness of just being
seeing the same mist in the hills in the morning
through different eyes
driving in a car through the wide open landscape – hearing the zooming of the car and Mozarts pianoconcerto and voices talking about things
who are we?