Makes us think about: What bridge are we crossing right now…
….and are we crossing it wholeheartedly?
Then we remembered the poem we read this morning, by Ryōkan:
Too lazy to be ambitious,
I let the world take care of itself.
Ten days’ worth of rice in my bag;
a bundle of twigs by the fireplace.
Why chatter about delusion and enlightenment?
Listening to the night rain on my roof,
I sit comfortably, with both legs stretched out.
Sometimes you can cross a bridge without doing a thing.
photo via Big Picture’s Great Daily Life: June 2012