In between yet during

//In between yet during

In between yet during

Having answered mail, dealt with laundry, had breakfast and other morning tasks, I now am in between. Or so I think.
The snow is no longer falling, yet it remains on the ground back and front, in the garden, on the sidewalk and the street, and on the trees and cars and rooftops. The melt is begun. Is that in between?
In between the flakes yet during, I read Shantideva, who says:

« Beings, brief, ephemeral,
Who fiercely cling to what is also passing,
Will catch no glimpse of happiness… »

Like snowmen fighting over an igloo in the sun.
So much frenzy in the grab to hold what is passing! It may be jewels, lovers, positions, sensations, beliefs, fingernails.
I clip the nails as they grow. In between yet during is also passing on and on.

By | 2015-10-02T17:21:12+01:00 décembre 9th, 2010|Textes|0 Comments

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Enseignante Zen et poète, Sensei Amy “Tu es cela” Hollowell est née et a grandi à Minneapolis, aux Etats-Unis. Arrivée en France en 1981 pour étudier la littérature et l’histoire, elle y est restée, s’installant à Paris, où elle élève ses deux enfants et gagne sa vie en tant que journaliste. The Zen teacher and poet Amy “Tu es cela” Hollowell Sensei was born and raised in Minneapolis, but came to France in 1981 to study literature and history and has lived in Paris ever since, raising her two children and making a living as a journalist.

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