Autumn Sits

For Zen Mountain Monastery,
In loving memory of Daido.



Autumn sits:
I relate to nothingness
Water flows past my sight,
All heaven quakes.

The leaves turn
Musty smell, orange
Color. Crumbs of
Appendages, waver.

I walk and think
Of nothing, giving way
To something,
Thank starsoul.

Why do birds fly
Unflinching, un-
Questioningly, just fly?
Look up in grace,
Down in humbleness.

We reach for fortunes:
Becoming the riches,
Get sick;so try
To make sense of space.

Eyes closed, deepening,
Foraging, with not a wink.
Great doubt, so
Great awakening!



Kathryn Lamberg
October 18, 1984
Mt. Tremper