Back after days and days of retreat, on an island in the North Sea off the coast of Holland. Was endlessly washed by the wind and occasional rain under magnificent skies by night and day.
Like the clouds, nothing stayed for long.
Here, now, nothing stays for long, either.
I think of Joshu’s Four Gates:
A monk asked, What is Joshu?
Joshu replied, East Gate, West Gate, North Gate, South Gate.
Like the clouds
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.
The silence of the rain’s cries, splashing the windows
help to heal the scars of pains (whatever they are: disillusions, stains of corruption, etc);
What is the silence of rain?
The Silence of Rain
The Earth sent cold and then water and water
day and night, always Rain
Mother Earth sends the Silence of Rain
to enlighten our souls
and is cleaning my inner side. It´s something similar to a long retreat