I should be studying the dharma,
I should be writing a small stone,
But feeling sniffly and full of a cold
Feeble excuses raise their ugly heads.
I look down at the crumpled tissue in my hand,
A piece of humble kitchen paper...
And then I see it.
A simple truth lives within its border design
A lotus and a butterfly.
The lotus chases the butterfly,
The butterfly chases the lotus,
And in the empty paperwhite pauses
there is an open,waiting spaciousness.