First day of spring. Brilliant sunshine here, blazing marvelously in through the window over my shoulder.
What is there to say about that, or about a dubious rain falling in Japan now in the middle night, about strife here, there and everywhere? What is there to say amid the swirl of « events » reported and also not reported in every life and every corner of the universe and right here?
« Saying » is perhaps not necessary, perhaps it is « beside the point, » as we say in English.
So then what?
I would say at this moment that all I can do is open to what someone called « the potential mystery and misery » of all of life. That’s what spring is, an opening to « new » life.
First day of spring
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.
yes, there is nothing to say…
still today i said a few times how happy i was with this marvelous weather…
spring after winter is somthing to…
it is not fall – neither summer
i feel like i want to live – together with these bursting buttons
and that is somthing …
worth to say…
althoug there is nothing to say…