This afternoon I cross the Montparnasse cemetery, sit for awhile on a bench. The trees are so splendid!
Already in the crowded Metro moments before I had been filled with joy, riding with the others, strangers every one, sharing this life with them all together. Each touched me as they were.
Then in the rue Emile Richard, the trees are so splendid! I bow under their elegant, gentle canopy, a cathedral of swaying limbs.
In the cemetery, I recall someone’s question: Is silence a place, or is it a when?
Over my shoulder, a chestnut tree.
Over my shoulder, a chestnut tree
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.
Merci Sensei…You know what always amazes me is when people know how to appreciate beauty when they’re alone..It’s easier, I think, to share, like in front of a flower, say to each other wow..Alone seems so honest, so intimate..Following the fragrant grasses.. Usually then what happens it gets commented later, in a story or a poem.. Nothing wrong with that either..