Morning seems touched by the sun today, brightly, freely, serenely. Or is it morning that touches sun?
And the moon last night in a clear purple sky, fully nearly full, then crossed by a drift of clouds, casting a strange halo of yellow-orange-white-blue: What touched what? And me?
Here I am in any case. Meanwhile.
Thinking of daily news, bombs, ballots, ballets, balls…
And this daily news: As autumn, the season of falling away, deepens, winter chill nears: There can not be one without the other. As with everything: There is no « with » without « without, » and there is no « without » without « with. »
With these words, I am not dancing on a pin, as we say. I’m using words (which are by nature limited) to express what is limitless: autumn full of autumn, winter full of winter, moon, clouds, sun, morning, me all bursting. Meanwhile.
Meanwhile, all bursting
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.
Words can be defined (limited); being defies definition, is boundless.
"I" can at once be defined and not.
Knowing that language is limited, I return to it again and again to experience my being human as relationship with others.
words are human?
"being" by the limeted what is limitless?