A student asks me:
You say we can talk about everything. Can we also talk about nothing?
What is nothing? I reply.
Reading Whitman these days, whose poetry Emerson called a combination of the Bhaghvad Gita and The New York Herald. A perfect fit for me. Whitman himself called it
al fresco poetry, poetry written outside the walls, the bounds, of convention and tradition. A perfect fit for me.
The moment, the day, the week, the month, the season feel young.
A monk asked Master Joshu,
Please point out the state of true ease.
Pointing it out makes it uneasy.