TAIGEN FANS HIMSELF 正法眼蔵 三十二

When a leaf leaves the tree
it falls precisely where it should.
When a flower petal is carried
off on a strong wind it
comes to rest in the proper place.
When you smell the sweet aroma
of next summer’s roses
use the nose you had
before your parents were born.

A reflection on case 32 of Dogen’s Shobogenzo (The True Dharma Eye) Koans

FALLS

The water pours endlessly, relentlessly
over the lip, cascading into the gorge
the mist rising, engulfing the rim of the falls,
swallowing whole the small island,
that will be eaten by the river over the next centuries.
We sit in the comfort of our room, watching
as if this was a movie, the water
in a slow-motion counterpoint to the mist.
None of the tour boats circle the gorge,
for in Niagara, even the goddess of tourism
must begrudgingly give herself over to winter.