Norman
18. Giving up my house, gone forth, giving up son, cattle, and whatever was dear to me, giving up desire and hatred, and discarding ignorance, plucking out craving root and all, I have become stilled, quenched.
Weingast
When I left the only home I’d ever known,
I thought I’d left everything behind.
But I was still carrying
all the years
of running
back and forth
and around in circles
after this or that.
Just sitting still,
those circles
have broken apart
and been carried away
by this simple wind
blowing in
and out.
All your old thoughts
like snow
falling
on
warm
ground.
Just sit back and watch.