Sitting, facing the morning sunrise,the moor hens getting ready for spring,the cat, Buddha-Buddy (Buddy for short)sits with me in this sangha.All is one…       

Daily Dharma,opinions don’t matter…       

The ripples at sunrise disrupt the orange and purple sky. The pond is now still. Emptiness.       

Like a fish, go with the natural ebb and flow of life… The inevitable changes don’t need to be road blocks to happiness. It is when I cling and don’t want change that I get caught in the muck of low tide.