three spring haiku

Unknown painter: Sparrows singing their hearts out



heavy spring showers

my sleeves wet with the world’s tears

how sweet the birdsong!



everything happens

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 gift of grace


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