Saturday, May 18, 2013

Morning Rain

Thunder breaks my sleep. Night falls away to water dripping, clinging, and coursing. I don't know if my eyes are open.

Sounds, smells, and bright flashes carry me into the sharpness of my senses.
the moon is fleet
while branches clasp
to the rain
-Matsuo Bashō (1644-94)
Alan Watts wrote,
In Zen a man has no mind apart from what he knows and sees.
I notice my mind begins floating on the sounds of water. Water is not aware of the passing of the night, or of itself.
the long night;
the sound of water
says what I think
-Gochiku (1699-1781)
Water flows with purpose around obstacles. It has no commentary, no forethought, only purpose. Rain flows in a course like our deepest and most lasting knowledge is confined by experience.
spring day;
evening remains
in pools
-Kobayashi Issa (1763-1827)
We are often flooded by forethought or inundated by memories. Yet when an earthworm surfaces after a rain to move overland, it has no forethought of air travel. An earthworm never knows it will be plucked from the ground by a robin to be flown off to feed her hungry brood.