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Category: Everyday Zen

The current
Everyday Zen

The current

In one moment a leaf alights on a flowing stream and all this matters The leaf and stream display the … Continue reading The current

The front porch
Everyday Zen

The front porch

I find a being Just sitting On the sunrise porch Whisps all whisping In the morning breezes Here’s an effortless … Continue reading The front porch

Joy beyond comparison
Everyday Zen

Joy beyond comparison

Who allows this happiness to lie in the hands of a stranger? Who is the one that takes away this … Continue reading Joy beyond comparison

There’s no time for that
Everyday Zen

There’s no time for that

Glaring at sunrise I said, “Don’t run in the house!” Beings are resting Image credit: Countdown traffic signal for pedestrians, … Continue reading There’s no time for that

Creating the common
Everyday Zen

Creating the common

Doesn’t it feel nice to have something to say? Continue reading Creating the common

Yes to today
Everyday Zen

Yes to today

Like a familiar touch, yes. Like a whisper kiss, yes. To awaken to this, Yes. To rise to this, Yes. … Continue reading Yes to today

Daisy fears
Everyday Zen

Daisy fears

Let go of your fears One by one Pick them off, like petals of An ox-eye daisy A new fear … Continue reading Daisy fears

The steward
Everyday Zen

The steward

The sun does not rise, Nor set in wise eyes. When stomach serves grumble, The steward serves, humble. Image credit: … Continue reading The steward

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