Gesshu Soko writes:

Under the trees,
welcoming spring.
Things take care of themselves.

A monk looks weird
to the common folk.

The Teaching of this New Year
is not outside the mind.

Filling the eye,
blue, blue mountains
in all directions.

The eye is the physical eye it is also the eye (gen) of Shobogenzo , Eye-treasury of the True Law, words uttered by Buddha when Kashyapa smiles as he sees the flower being turned.

Indeed things take care of themselves, the non-doing is the path that brings others forth, a path of service and allowing. Spring cannot be created and the countless things that make Spring are out of our control.

Blue mountains, all around. As you would see them living in China or Japan, living walking mountans in mists, covered with whirling clouds. Living mountains of just sitting too. Living mountains, Blue mountains of as-it-is- ness, the naked reality. As Li Po writes:

The birds have vanished down the sky.
Now the last cloud drains away.
We sit together, the mountain and me,
until only the mountain remains.



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