My mind roams by day;
I cannot sleep at night.
Daily affairs have no end;
Fatigue is my only friend.
~Tsangyang Gyatso (The Sixth Dalai Lama)
*untitled poem translated by G.W. Houston in Wings of The White Crane:
Poems of Tshangs dbyangs rgya mtsho (1683-1706). Delhi: Motilal
The mountains remain the same,
As do the trees and streams…
All that has changed
Is my heart.
And I say to mankind,
Be not curious about God,
For I who am curious about each am not curious
(No array of terms can say how much I am
at peace about
God and about death.)
I hear and behold God in every object, yet
understand God not in the least,
Nor do I understand who there can be more
wonderful than myself.
Why should I wish to see God better than this day?
I see something of God each hour of the
twenty-four, and each moment then,
In the faces of men and women I see God, and in
my own face in the glass,
I find letters from God dropt in the street, and
every one is sign’d by God’s name,
And I leave them where they are, for I know that
wheresoe’er I go,
Others will punctually come for ever and ever.
- Walt Whitman, Song of Myself
A bamboo dipper
resting on two red branches
bound by fraying twine.