An icy stream
Thoughts come and go.
I acknowledge them,
more with a nod than an embrace,
remaining attentive to the task at hand,
the focus always upon my simply being.
The mind, again and again,
being led back from where it strays –
to the peace, the posture, the breath and senses.
Like men crossing an icy stream – how cautious!
avowed Lao Tzu, speaking of the old sages,
minds ever upon the task and just how and where
their feet are positioned amid the rushing water.
To allow their attention to roam during
this critical passage is to court disaster.
O child of God, rather than write
about zazen, ardently practice it.
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