Without a jot of ambition left
I let my nature flow where it will.
There are ten days of rice in my bag
And, by the hearth, a bundle of firewood.
Who prattles of illusion or nirvana?
Forgetting the equal dusts of name and fortune,
Listening to the night rain on the roof of my hut,
I sit at ease, both legs stretched out.
Zen Master Ryokan
It’s nearly tomorrow. The today is old, tomorrow not yet born. Long day with computer, internet security issues (solved), and all manner of other computer matters. And amidst all this a hospital visit to one who could be miserable all things considered. But not. She said, I’m completely dependent, I’ve got nothing…and yet there IS something. Everything is happening so fast.
Thanks to Ryokan, my hospitalised friend and Rev. Saido for his patience.