Further to yesterday’s post. A day of sitting, and walking, and raking pine needles. A sangha of fifteen in the Chapel of St. Francis. How wonderful the dharma: few words and much to take home. A deep bow for asking me to come along.
Whatever it is
I cannot understand it,
stubbornly overcomes me
until I’m reduced to tears.
Saigyō Hōshi (1118-1190), Japanese poet, born into a warrior family, became a Zen priest at age 23, travelled widely. source: Hamill, S., & Seaton, J.P. (2007) (trans). The poetry of Zen. Boston: Shambala, p. 112. image: woodcut of Saigyō by David Bull (1998).