Roshi once told me,
“Buddha is like Mother”, and, as the tears streamed down his back,
He hugged me in the middle of sanzen,
Rocking me back and forth, a mother in Roshi robes!
The koan I couldn´t figure out was forgotten
For just one right moment.
Is there a more valuable lesson, priest?
When Mother holds you, koans don´t matter,
Enlightenment is a silly word,
When embraced by the Light, in the fullness of Life
Crying from gratitude and comfort
Is all we can do, all we need do,
Isn´t that Buddhism enough?Advertisements