Today I am going
nowhere at all
and that is
the journey
I need to take.
Later I will go
nowhere,
a shorter journey,
ending up here.
It will be
a different here
than the one
I left, but
both here
are perfect
in their respective
nows.
Today I am going
nowhere at all
and that is
the journey
I need to take.
Later I will go
nowhere,
a shorter journey,
ending up here.
It will be
a different here
than the one
I left, but
both here
are perfect
in their respective
nows.
We walk forward
to try and see
where we are going,
always wanting
but never seeing
where we have been.
Is it better to
walk backward
seeing clearly
where we will not go
without idea
of a destination.
Look down and decide.
A reflection on Case 92 of Dogen’s Shobogenzo Koans (True Dharma Eye)
It is time they said, but they never said what it was time for, although they seem to know. It wasn’t like he was going anywhere, confined to this chair, a quadriplegic. He was the chair really as he had no way of moving it. He had no way of moving anything except by putting it in his mouth. So why, he wondered, did they tell him it was time. It was gratuitous at best and he had a watch strapped to his chair so he knew what time it was. But time meant nothing to him. When you are a prisoner as he was in his body time was merely your sentence and in his case it was likely life without parole
It is hard,
painfully hard
to realize
your guide
doesn’t know
where you
need to go.
And the one
who could guide
you isn’t
there, doesn’t
know you
at all, had
you when
she could
only place you
for adoption.
So you wander
guideless,
self-guided,
deeper into
the unknown.
She carefully noted all of the comings and goings. She dares not miss a thing, that would be unthinkable. She takes mental notes, has no need for recording devices. She will tell you when something is out of the ordinary. She will demand you act when that happens. She will describe to you how that appeared to happen and what she thinks caused it. She is ever vigilant. She has no choice, after all she is a house cat.
What sets us apart
from other species
has little or nothing
to do with self-awareness
and everything to do
with parts of speech.
The birds outside
my window shun labels,
think only of eating,
mating, flight, of going
and arriving, of being.
They know nothing of birth,
do not fear death, for it
is merely a label they cannot
accept or understand.
It is left to our kind
to need to label, to define
every small and large thing
for we sense our existence
and must rely on two things,
for we knew that we live
a world of pronoun and noun.