Waiting for a visitor in the wet, gray morning, I ask again: What is it?
There is no answer apart from the question, which strips away the illusions that I take up in vain attempts to stay dry and warm.
Walt Whitman famously urged:
« Unscrew the locks from the doors!
Unscrew the doors themselves from their jambs! »
As does a Zen koan: Better to have nothing at all than to have something good. (Blue Cliff Record, Case 86)
hello, come in!
how good it is
to be somewhere
to stay? perhaps, but where?
I dare, come in
and questions fall apart.
some time.
have one tee… or maybe a beer?
doesn’t matter, nice to be here 🙂
thanx, be well,
rodo