Every morning now I write a meditation on a Basho Haiku. When I read the poem, I become the poem and see it as if I’m writing the poem as the poet writes it, as the poet captures his moment centuries ago, so the poem is a timeless moment, and because it is timeless anyone can penetrate their one history and time to the Now that is always eternal.
The farmer’s roadside
hedge provided lunch for
my tired horse.
This poem is a roadside hedge that provides lunch for my tired mind. Here I refresh myself on the extraordinary energy that is available when my mind rests and eats from the roadside of the moment. Here in this moment I will stop and eat before I return to the road to tomorrow.
I just stopped to take a picture of Trump and Obama meeting at the White House…this roadside hedge provides lunch for my tired mind. I never thought this hedge would happen on my journey along the hedge lined road…but every moment is this hedge that lines the mind’s road like a river band holds the river. Every moment is lunch for our tired mind meandering along in its road to the future. I just stop and take a bite of the Hedge of Just This.
The mind, tired of its story, tired of the past and future of my road in time, just stops and eats Just This…Trump entering the White House…Just This…it is Just This…Stories abound, stories surround Just This competing for the mind…but here at this hedge it is Just This. This moment provides lunch for my storied bound mind. Each moment can feed the old horse; each moment is the hedge that lines my story bound life…ah…Just This…how refreshing to not have to labor in time. Yesterday is gone, tomorrow is not born…Just This…is all there is.