A Precious Unfurling Evening
Spring night in winter.
The door open to night air.
A family walks by.
A child laughs with glee.
I ponder an old phrase of Ikkyu's*:
"The buddhadharma is also the Way of Tea."
A bolt of lightning splits my brain open
and I pour down into my own heart.
*Ikkyu Sojun (1394-1481)
Originally appeared in The School of Soft-Attention