out of utter silence the longing cry of the peacock shatters all thinking and pierces the darkness at midnight. seemingly alone on the mountain top, contemplating the stillness of night. our thoughts of discrimination about being alone or with someone fall away with this lonely song. pine trees grow tall when they are not limited by city planning, just as our minds can be free when we get beyond our ideas and thoughts. the majesty of a peacock with feathers unfurled the shade of an old pine tree on a hot july day. these are the miracles that are lost to our notice only because we like thinking more than our life.
道清, 禅师 Dochong, JDPSN