At this moment, life needed to pivot, to flow and riddle lightly
Yet, nothing happened.
Stagnation is never due to the bed of life
But to the short sightedness of the raft captain.
Deciding the course of the journey, meter after meter.
One paddle stroke left, and it starts drifting right
One paddle stroke right, and it’s swirling on the left…
Without the mind paddle
The raft of being knows how to sail back in the flow of life
Down the wild ravines of Zen,
Let the current flow
The Dharma River
Knows the way.
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