heavy spring showers
my sleeves wet with the world’s tears
how sweet the birdsong!
they say it’s ‘for a reason’
I say stop right there
here’s a great secret:
all does not have to be well
to be perfection
Ink painting, artist unknown. I suspected Ohara Koson but fail to find attribution.
Let me know if you can read the chop and solve the mystery.
the ‘perfection’ of the universe is
nothing more than a concept about
that which is totally beyond
the concept demands that all be
goodness and kindness and
sweetness and light;
it excludes the inevitability of opposites
Grace, as a concept, suffers the same
but perfection is exactly this-as-it-is
all of it: the good the bad and the ugly
and Grace is the gift
of knowing and flowing
as this ultimate perfection