Teahouse of the Summer Sun
© 2010 Rolland G. Smith
Beyond the thought of standing still
And wondering what’s held within;
There is the light of heaven’s grace
Where pleasant prayer can then begin.
Young trees stand sentry to this place
To guard love’s presence imaged there
Especially in sacred times
When setting sun releases care.
The teahouse is a special place
For souls who’ve gone and those who stay.
It blends beneath its raftered roof
A place to think and one to pray.
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Ryokan, a Zen master, lived the simplest kind of life in a little hut at the foot of a mountain. One evening a thief visited the hut only to discover there was nothing to steal.
Ryokan returned and caught him. "You have come a long way to visit me," he told the prowler, "and you should not return empty-handed. Please take my clothes as a gift."
The thief was bewildered. He took the clothes and slunk away.
Ryoken sat naked, watching the moon. "Poor fellow," he mused, "I wish I could have given him this beautiful moon."
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