Author Doshin Kusan wrote sometime in 1999, 2005, and 2010, during
sesshin
I hope you enjoy them as much as I enjoyed writing them.
How did I become an old man
When I look in the mirror
The sound in the forest is ageless.
So what is to become of me
Now that I know it does not matter
Who cares about this old bag of bones
Who is the walker of the way
The one who lives in a hut
And Forgets his hat.
The Green Mountains beckon me
The Old Antarctic Beech Trees speak to me of the Unborn
Will I ever get back to them?
Lost in the world of thoughts
I lose my true nature
The crow calls me back to the Deathless
Walking on the way
Looking back to say goodbye
Nobody is there
The desert calls me home
I turn to go on
And I find my bones
Just this moment
Walking in the primordial Forest
Just my footprints
Just this moment of perfect peace
Just this moment of perfect loneliness
How is it that it is full of sorrows
The sorrows of sorrows of sorrows
The sorrow sorrows the sorrows
It is 6.10 am
Breakfast soon
And then I will call her