Dogen says, Get up!
Springing up, where’s the danger?!
In sitting too long.
Dogen says, Sit down!
Sitting, Do I move too fast?
You’ve no place to go.
Dogen says, Shut up!
Talking again, too loudly?
You’ve nothing to say.
Rain falls to the sea
Countless drops becoming one
Each feeling alone.
Morning fog lingers,
Thin moss drapes like sadness
From branches of remembrance.
