Mother Tongue

I really feel like I can’t do anything about it…
if those texts and words resonate in hollow letters,
if those messages don’t do not adhere to my heart,

Zazen is my mother tongue.
I understand it effortlessly and bathe my soul in it,
and bathe the sitting practice in my soul,
as a mother bathes her child
as when I was a child, and looked at the sea in the distance, alone, absorbed by infinity,
like a melody that I have always known,
deposited in my ear by the Autumn wind

I love zazen as one smiles for no reason
And sitting is my only religion.

And in the midst of such freedom, such joy,
I touch the true heart of traditions.

©FJ OCT 2024
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