Through his travels the monk has come to understand that happiness and the worth of a man is not in found in what he possesses. His recognition of the beauty that is around him as well as the love and understanding he offers to those he encounters is what truly matters in this life.
With joy the journey continues.
Friday, March 19, 2010
Monday, March 1, 2010
A Harvest Moon and the Rising Tide
As the monk settles in for the night by the sea, he recalls this haiku by Basho:
A harvest moon,
and creeping up to my gate,
the rising tide.
A harvest moon,
and creeping up to my gate,
the rising tide.
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