A friend shared a book he was reading titled “Haiku” and I found this:
*”Sitting quietly, doing nothing,
Spring comes, grass grows of itself”
On the internet I found that haiku attributed to Matsu Bashio along with a commentary on doing nothing, just to be. However, I find the winds are not always still and to ‘just be’ not so easy.
I had just finished shoveling snow and raking the roof when I noticed the potted bamboo under the weight of the snow sitting quietly. The snow on the bamboo sitting quietly. And the barrel and dirt sitting quietly. It was then it occurred to me that the winds will always blow and that the practice is to sit quietly and ‘just be’ within them.
Right after I took this photograph, I pondered about changing the title to “Sitting quietly”.
*Reginald Horace Blyth (1952): _Haiku_, Tōkyō: Hokuseido pg.20
