Heart Gentle Eye Mindful

Existence, herein, is like water in an earthen pot. A grit on the problem is enough to bring it to naught. The water in it is cool and as clear as a crystal. Though physically brittle, both within them are blissful. Does the fish in a drying pond die of fear every day? Amidst the dangers of dragnets, doesn't it find its way? It's movement is gentle. Consciousness is concentrated. No harm to anyone is done. Is life consecrated? Stuck in the marshy mud, the sunflower raises its head. Bees, peeping through it and finding no honey, fly ahead. Butterfly, dragonfly, hummingbird, parrot, or sparrow In a Zen flux, as though a silent stream, it seems to flow. Like the fragrance of basil or mint, I merge in the breeze! My pilgrimage towards perfection never seems to cease. Acts of compassion, as though the fin of a fish, breathes love Though legs measure the clement earth, the mind flies far above.