Everyone is looking for footprints in the forest
when the elephant is here inside them
and his footprints have all filled in with snow.

If the buddhadharma is a path to the house
of my awakening, and the falling snow
is the mad monkey mind, I sure have a lot to shovel.

Or I could begin by sitting and sensing the snow
settling as the sky goes cold and clear, and then
walk atop the sparkly surface of my new life.

About Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner
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3 Responses to Snow

  1. Mikels Skele says:

    Or you could just accept your monkeyness, since it’s no different from any other mind.

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