CONTEMPLATING THE GRASSHOPPER THAT LANDED ON MY KNEE WHILE I SAT IN A MEADOW ON A SUNNY FALL DAY READING THE ZEN TEACHING OF BODHIDHARMA
I was just a surface to land on,
a thing of nature,
like the grass around me
on which I’d laid my coat
and sat reading, or the stones
of the tumbled-down barn behind me.
It is good to have these moments,
contemplating the grasshopper
that lands on one’s knee,
the wind that moves the grass
and plays across one’s face.
The world can be maddening,
until you understand what’s real.