Zen Life Poem # 37

Clouds and mists.
Since the days of old.
In the morning,
I say hello and watch
the morning blooms.
In the evening,
when the breeze
is comfortable –
I say goodnight.
And my mind grows steady.
In between, I see that
all things are not lasting.
I think it is best to
cling to nothing.
The current of an
ordinary life.

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