Roshi

The light was soft and gentle
when I went out for my early walk this morning,
the pavement was wet and littered with magnolia blossom,
everything was fresh, the air was filled with birdsong and the scent of spring
and I felt as if I was making my way through the garden of a tea house in Japan,
as I entered the park I imagined the Master walking along beside me,
no words passed between us, the silence was uncomplicated
and conveyed everything that needed to be said,|
everything was in its place and so were we.