diving up and back

I saw a yellow oak leaf twist on the wind,

and dive back up into the branches,

back among friends -

unready to fall.

what bread dough says

kneaded dough whispers

in the flour on countertop:

"now, is arising."

kneel

this morning, the moon
beckoned all to kneel
and pay homage to life.

however,
we were slow to awaken,
and bend.

now, it is late,
the sun is up,
and we slumber.

All Saints Day

On this All Saints Day, may there be blessing in all of your remembrances and wakefulness in all of your living and loving.

Here is a poem for the occasion from Zen Master Dogen.

"Death Poem"

Fifty-four years lighting up the sky.

A quivering leap smashes a billion worlds.

Hah!

Entire body looks for nothing.

Living, I plunge into Yellow Springs.

- Translated by Kazuaki Tanahashi