Pointe-Claire, Quebec — Photo by Jonathan Potter ⓒ 2024
was i the sun or the river
and were you the bird or the branch
when we were drawn together
each ripple in the river
a wave and you and i take
turns being the crest and the trough
This beautiful poem suggests that the story of two people meeting or coming together to form parts of the same mysterious unit is mirrored in the images of nature.
This beautiful poem suggests that the story of two people meeting or coming together to form parts of the same mysterious unit is mirrored in the images of nature.
"was i the sun or the river
and were you the bird or the branch
when we were drawn together"
yay! reminds me of the famous zen koan:
Two monks were arguing about a flag. One said: "The flag is moving."
The other said: "The wind is moving."
The sixth patriarch happened to be passing by. He told them: "Not the wind, not the flag; mind is moving."