path
as we walk, it becomes a path
if I do not, the weeds grow
if you get used to things around you do not let more
without renewal
there is more life
not hurt when I wash my face in the morning."
You said: "I do not want to wear a ring on her finger
not hurt when you lift off the bed."
Now, in the morning light
that filters through the curtains,
you get close to me and hands
draw water from the cold basin.
I watch the drops of water falling from the tip of
your ten fingers are the most beautiful gold
and silver.
on rainy days, you're in the rain
on windy days, you're the wind
anxiety will always exist as long as we live
only human after all
because they are weak
because they are a weak person
is very difficult for me
be with normal people
with anyone I'm
I can not keep up
because they are so slow it takes me more
time
others to do the same things
situations in which I am extremely concerned about me
despite getting old I need a teacher
severe
because I can not hope
I need to have faith that a Kannon
always
everywhere no matter what happens I need
Buddha
to Watch Over me
believe that only what is experienced becomes really our
a flexible mind
a tender heart like a young bamboo
even one simple thing
is always how we want
so I do my best
to do one simple thing
the roots of life
when bear pain without crying when
endure hardship without complaint when
bear criticism without looking for excuses when
not bear the humiliation angry
the color of your eyes becomes deeper
the roots of your life become deeper
if you are not yourself
who else can become one?
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