Cause

 

First, last, one and only, true,

Now, which best applies to you—

Once upon a time or two,

Love is why the sky is blue.

 

Love is why the sun is hot,

Why water boils in a pot,

Potted water, love is not.

Love is what beget begot.

 

Love is why stars sing at night,

Listen with your eyes shut tight.

Love the dream and spectral light,

The sky is blue and it’s bright.

 

No more knocking

My hands are clean

The moon shall not go

Away empty

 

Birds at song

Bells ring ringing

The heart of repentance

 

Causation

You have to break it

The right way

Joss

Third side street to the left

A small house

Death

With trimmed boxwood garden 

             But our knowledge of death is enriched not by the refusal of life.

             It is only the ripe fruit of the here and now, when seized and bitten

             into, that spreads its indescribable flavor in us.

                                                                                         Yours,

                                                                                        R. Maria  [Rilke]

 

Zen Buddhism

It doesn’t

Ring a bell

 

Middle of the night

Sound of fart

Pheasant

So lonely