Nostalgia

The

imperfect

present.

The perfect past.

Job

Hope and change

Everyone lives

Everyone dies

Everyone suffers

Some more than others 

Who can alter that? 

So enough with hope and change

We’ve had enough 

Revolutions

Funny how many die

On the way

To their promised

Utopia

So let’s just stay

And grow cherry trees

Everyone loves

Everyone dies

Everyone suffers

Some more than others

Nothing can change that

But that’s okay. 

-Job

 

Zen

“Experience zen! There’s no class distinction. The one who bows and the one who is bowed to are a Buddha unit. The yoke and its lash are tied to each other. Isn’t this our first principle… the one we should most observe.”

Zen

“Midsummer — I walk about with my staff. Old farmers spot me And call me over for a drink. We sit in the fields using leaves for plates. Pleasantly drunk and so happy, I drift off peacefully, Sprawled out on a paddy bank.”