THE FLAME IN THE LOTUS

XXXIII.
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,
Zazen, unnecessary.
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?

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