If I ask you
“does a circle
have both inside
and outside,” what do you say.
If you cut it into
three pieces, which
has inside, which outside
and what of the third?
A reflection on Case 55 of the True Dharma Eye (Shobogenzo) Koans
If I ask you
“does a circle
have both inside
and outside,” what do you say.
If you cut it into
three pieces, which
has inside, which outside
and what of the third?
A reflection on Case 55 of the True Dharma Eye (Shobogenzo) Koans
I have lived many lives,
too many to count, and I
remember bits and pieces
of each, but not necessarily
to which life this bit
or that bit should attach.
It is why I run them
together, view them
as a singularity, easier
to cope even when I
know it is a nice delusion.
I do wonder, at the moment
of death if each life will
flash by in turn, countless
short films, or if the gods
will go along with my
delusion, or maybe just
say time’s up, lights off.
I arrive home
to the wreckage
of the tornado
that is a three-year-old.
Picking up
the pieces scattered about
we both think
of how soon
the next storm
will arrive
and how we
will welcome its coming.