on Seeking the Way V
The stillness of evening, and the hush cast in
moonlight, brought peace within the courts,
and the murmur of bubbling water in the fountains
lent melody to the seeking minds,
and the student asked the master, and what direction
do I best seek my way, and find peace?
And the master beckoned for the lad, handing him his cup
before pouring from his right side, into the empty vessel
saying, what I accomplish is the outcome of my trials,
and so saying, poured full his own cup from the left
and said, filling the cup measures a life span
as the cup must first begin empty.
And the seeker sipped his tea in silence,
pondering with riddles of the young
and felt the sweetness of Spring air
settling in the warm currents about, like an old
Spring breeze of his past, come back again
since his sojourn to seek the way.
And the student asked the master, and what way
do I have, to know I have sought the best direction?
The breeze ruffled gently the robes of the
master, for it teased him into a smile and carried
the answer into the night, as the master slurped his tea
stirring the crickets in the fields