Bob,
Sometimes poetry is better than our usual email comments in
expressing the essence of Zen.
Your poem with its crows reminded me of a stanza of mine with similar
ravens:
So set stillness with a single sound
Crack human mind with angel wound
Watch Heaven shimmering in a dewdrop
Bob A sunny autumn day in Seattle (especially a Sunday when you
don't have to really rush somewhere) is a joy I've come to treasure,
Life is great on a sunny day when you don't have to rush anywhere. The
rest of us who are fucked and have to work (7 days a week) would like
Nirvana too.
