Walking alone in the Path Way of the Ancients.
Upheld by a Faith empty of all Beliefs.
My Treasure is the White Cloud drifting
aimlessly across the vast Blue Sky;
The Full Moon rising like a Great Bright
Pearl over gently rolling Hills.
I journey like a Leaf, floating with No-mind,
upheld by the gracious Breeze as it carries
me hither and yon.
My heartbeat is content and walking is at ease,
for body and mind no longer run toward
this True Horizon beneath my feet.
Without care, Not-knowing where I go;
Wandering, yet never leaving my True Home.
December 1994
Andrew Shugyo Bonnici, Ph.D.
http://www.sonic.net/~jotokuji