An Untied Boat Once I moved to Cold Mountain, everything was at rest. No more useless, mixed-up thinking. In idleness, I write my poems on stone walls, accepting whatever happens like an untied boat. --Hanshan What are you noticing about the clarity of your mind? Your level of acceptance of that which is? ... for Mindful Monday ... Source: The Complete Cold Mountain: Poems of the Legendary Hermit Hanshan, translated by Kazuaki Tanahashi and Peter Levitt. Boulder, CO: Shambhala Publications, p. 16 Photo credit: "Drifting Boat 09," Brent Ozar, 2006.
Fishing Trip We left before any glimpse of a daffodil sunrise, meandering off to the bay on the wisp of a dare The vessel reeked of years at sea, but we boarded, kept company with philistines and fishing rods, sights set on a sun-sparked lime-green ocean where the contents of our untrained stomachs made chum The boat splashed its way, cold christening us with salt water spray; feckless, we spun our reels, chance landing four fat salmon, legal limit, beginner’s luck © 2011, Jamie Dedes (The Poet by Day and The BeZine), all rights reserved; Photo courtesy of Junior Libby, PublicDomainPictures. com The worldly beginner’s luck may be a rare thing but it does happen and it is often worth memorializing in family stories, poetry, or even in blog posts, sometimes if
Life always gives us exactly the teacher we need at every moment. This includes every mosquito, every misfortune, every red light, every traffic jam, every obnoxious supervisor (or employee), every illness, every loss, every moment of joy or depression, every addiction, every piece of garbage, every breath. Every moment is the guru. ― Charlotte Joko Beck What is your teacher in this moment? ... for Mindful Monday ... Photo credit: "Traffic on 2nd Avenue," Oran Viriyincy, 2009.