Early Evening Algebra
The madwoman went marking X’s
With a piece of school chalk
On the backs of unsuspecting
Hand-holding, homebound couples.
It was winter. It was dark already.
One could not see her face
Bundled up as she was and furtive.
She went as if wind-swept, as if crow-winged.
The chalk must have been given to her by a child.
One kept looking for him in the crowd,
Expecting him to be very pale, very serious,
With a chip of black slate in his pocket.-Charles Simic
Simic, the great poet, has taken us on a mysterious journey.
Like a great magician the mind becomes anything – a piece of chalk, winter dark, a child carrying a book in an unknown place.
The “ordinary mind” not so ordinary is it?
Peter Muryo Matthiessen died two days ago. As a Zen teacher he embodied the
tradition of teacher, artist, adventurer/warrior.
He was a renowned and prolific author and Zen teacher. He was modest, well mannered and kind. In the interview linked below he says he did not want to speak or write about Zen very much because words obscured it.
What is there to say about the true boundless life that is right in front of us at every moment?
Here are two links: One to a New York Times magazine article and another to an National Public Radio interview.
Thank You Peter