With spring on its way, the ground thawing, and perennial green matter ready to reveal itself again, a few of my favorite poetries rise to the surface of my mind.
An enlightened being should develop a mind that alights on nothing whatsoever.
The Diamond Sutra
To the bottom of the lake,
Yet no trace is left.
He sits alone in his room,
As the pines grow old
And the clouds idle.
Willows are green, flowers red.
Steadfastly doing nothing, sitting there
Spring comes and the grass sprouts of itself.
Without any intentional, fancy way of adjusting yourself, to express yourself as you are is the most important thing.