By Brother Minh An
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Sometimes I look at the sky like it's a table, solid and limited and knowable. But on this lazy afternoon I closed my eyes and saw myself as space. When I looked up again I could no longer know what it was I was looking at. I could only intuit the vast blue emptiness, remembering that certainty is a kind of suffering. Then, when I looked back at the table, it was strange to me, and enormous, and full of sky.
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7 responses to “View from the Teahouse”
Thank you brother…..a bow and a smile for you
Thank you for the lovely poem and images it offered to me. I shared it with my husband. 🙂 – Nadine
So wise like the sky
Like a kolibrie you fly
Being still in wind
How gorgeous.
Ahhhh.
Thank you.
Very beautiful. Thank you for offering us this poem, Brother Minh An.
Thank you brother for the beautiful poem.