Here, checking in again after several weeks of travels abroad, « vacating » away from usual connections, ideas, functions, positions. Here, preparing another departure, another week of « retreating, » the last of the summer.
One day and another day and another day and another, things as they are keep gushing forth. The breakfast table is filled with marvels, bread and butter and jam, peaches and tea! And the sink with dirty dishes. And the floor under my feet, too, with hardwood and carpet, the wall in front, with a spot here and there of unknown origin.
How the vine has grown each time I look again, flourishing deep green up the bricks.
It’s all quite simple and direct. I see it if I look. And tell it like it is without projection (or fear or aggression).
Gushing forth
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.
How wonderful to find your kind words here my dear sister! I’m deeply touched. And filled with joy, your gift. Thank you.
Dear sister! How I enjoy reading your poetry, because it is poetry to me – these "miniatures" – impressions of the day, the ephemeral of the moment. It is seeing, sensing the poetical expression of it all, of beauty that touches our heart, connects us with all manifestations, with each other. I wish and hope, many are reading your lines and can feel what is not said, what softly breathes between the lines, and is after all the core of what you want to say. Thank you!
Dear sister! How I enjoy reading your poetry, because it is poetry to me – these "miniatures" – impressions of the day, the ephemreral of the moment. It is seeing, sensing the poetical expression of it all, of beauty that touches our heart, connects us with all manifestations, with each other. I wish and hope, many are reading your lines and can fell what is not said, what softly breathes between the lines, and is after all the core of what you want to say. Thank you!