Meanwhile, I posted this on the forum at Vine of Obstacles:
a note: one of my true friends, Laurie Doerfler, stopped by with gifts Sunday. They included a clear glass vase with old-fashioned roses (maybe from her roommate's garden), which sits here on my desk. One of the wild roses, streaked pink and white, is in four stages of opening this morning, from past full bloom to a bud opening. Two nights ago, after our sangha memorial sit for Sarah, I wrote these, distracted into haiku as I tried to understand Dogen’s Guidelines for Studying the Way. Of course, these are modern loose-form haiku; this is English, not Japanese, which I would love to learn.
It is like me
this white rose
as I sit reading about zazen
the white rose
drops one more petal
|An old photo, end of a roll of black-and-white film: note the insect on the rose|