The poem “One Truth” from the reading on 05/04/14.
The rain filled dharma is still dharma.
Rain falls in fields of white snow.
If the snow is one truth,
what happens when the snow melts
what happens to the truth?
It becomes the earth.
No matter the state of being
the state of mind the dharma
exists across the empty field.
Clouds touch the moon.
I cover the moon with my thumb.
Light rains upon the
fields I walk across.
