Zen Meditation on a Cool, Flowing Stream in Mid-Summer
Over the rocks, a cool river flows.
Yet, in stillness, it reflects the passing clouds
And trees swaying lightly when the wind blows.
When a bird drinks, it merely bats and eye.
Existential Thoughts on Nature
What flowers are these anyway?
They are growing things-just growing things.
What is their nature? What is their way?
Simply to be these growing things.
Why do the growing things all grow?
It is their way-and so they grow.