Sabbath
Sabbath morning.
Do nothing for one hour.
Then see how the world dances
like mountains in mist.
Groping for what I already am,
getting rid of what I never carried,
how much energy is wasted
which could better be spent gazing
at the clouds on Granite Peak.
Nothing to attain,
nothing to renounce.
This I learn from dripping cedars
in
white emptiness.
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