Cloudy. Northern flickers gathering on the lawn at work. Allyn has put the flower vases back in the cupboard. Leaves rattle in the maple trees when blown by the wind. Same leaves, same wind as in June, totally different sound.
This body's existence is like a bubble's.
May as well accept what happens.
Events and hopes seldom agree,
but who can step back, doesn't worry?
We blossom and fade like flowers.
Gather and part like clouds.
Worldly thoughts I forgot long ago,
relaxing all day on a peak.
Han-Shan
Zen page a day calendar
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