These poems are like a dog’s dirty footprint in the middle of the kitchen floor, or like a traffic signal that has gone dark; someone is always right there to complain. If you can get beyond complaint and praise, there is a river. Did you know that? It is always summer there under the shade trees, and the trout are biting.
I found the dharma late in life, so I learned to slow down just as I needed to slow down anyway. It is good to hang on to the moment that is happening now and to let go of all the foolishness of my past. Yes, I have been a fool many times, but right now a hummingbird is blessing the early blossoms on my peach tree and inside the house my wife is singing. Breathe in and out slowly. I am still alive.