Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva…


You say, “If you want to be happy
There’s no way, but to be a hermit.
Flowers in the grove
Are better than brocade;
Every single season’s colors new.
Just sit by a creek and turn your head
To watch the moon ball roll.”

And me?

I ought to be at joyous ease,
But I can’t help thinking of the people in the world.

– Shih Te (8th c.)

Wandering in the woods without Mom worrying just where we were, climbing trees with no supervision, playing in mud and damming up brooks, willow bows and cattail stalk arrows… we only stayed indoors if it was raining…

All we were ever told was “Be home before dark”.