Instructions on burning a barn

June 5th, 2008

Haul the dog to the vet – she’s perfectly healed.
Sort the mail – a small stone glimmers from the stack.
Reluctant to cook – the lemon and basil take over.
Morning madness –the earth and sky kiss me at the door.
Can’t find your way – let the barn burn itself to dust.

Barn’s burnt down – now I can see the moon
– Masahide


  1. that was my thought precisely…
    (after the initial panic)
    when my camera croaked
    during satchel’s party.

    i could see


    Comment by Wendy — June 5, 2008 @ 7:33 pm

  2. Enlightenment only comes when the old way of seeing goes.

    Comment by Karen — June 5, 2008 @ 7:42 pm

  3. Good thought. Because I can’t seem to find my way today.

    Comment by Shelli — June 5, 2008 @ 8:03 pm

  4. There’s a saying about that that I rather like: if you do not see the way, you do not see it even as you walk upon it.

    Comment by Chris Austin-Lane — June 5, 2008 @ 9:17 pm

  5. Yes Chris, from “The Identity of Relative and Absolute,” continuing: “When you walk the way it is not near, it is not far, if you are deluded you are mountains and rivers away from it.” Not to mention behind the barn.

    Comment by Karen — June 5, 2008 @ 9:52 pm

  6. Thanks for the food blog link … yummy recipes there! : )

    Just a regular day, ey?

    Comment by Shawn — June 6, 2008 @ 12:42 am

  7. I am most happy to know the pup has healed. Good work Momma Zen!

    Comment by Shalet — June 6, 2008 @ 1:09 am

  8. we plan, god laughs…gotta see the bright side of everything…

    thanks for the small stones link. i’m off to collect some…

    Comment by Phyllis Sommer — June 6, 2008 @ 2:55 am

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