Art and poetry By Zenju (calligraphy is my name Dharma Ekai Zenju)
We live in the realm of dust,
in which we find corners,
and walls to cling to,
we might lie or hang there together
thinking we are the corner,
or the wall,
until the wind comes from
the door being opened,
and our dusty selves are sent off
to another part of the room,
or perhaps if we are lucky
we will be blown out the window
into a greater mystery of life.