we still dream of events
long since gone–
or of desires that remain
unfulfilled within a life
of unchecked emotion.
acting out the play that we wrote
only to have it run and twist
in ways we have little understanding of.
where these images and dialogs
come from remains a mystery,
yet our lives unfold in similar ways
following paths that we never
intended on taking.
the control of the play write
is also the omnipotence of God,
only these two can write a future
of predictable events.
we have but one life to live out
we try so hard to make it into something
yet if we just let go of the anxiety
it is, after all, full of wonder
and uncertainty.
道清, 禅师
Dochong, JDPSN
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