After two days of rain, the sky is clear and calm. In the early evening here in the Hill Country, the stars seem to less bashful than when they’re making their appearance in San Antonio. I love cities, was raised in one of the biggest of them all, but I’m put off by that tangerine-glow at night. Nothing romantic about it. There’s no magic there; no longing … no stars.
I spent the morning reading Zen koans so my mind was full by mid-afternoon. To condense the mysteries of the universe into one or two lines … into a riddle of universal relevance … speaks to the boundless capacity of the human mind.
Master: “What is Zen?” “The cypress tree is in the yard.”
Well, there you go.
Sappho Rising 