The unspoiled colors of a late summer night.
The feel of autumn approaching,
The swaying bamboos resonating,
And shedding tears of dew at dawn;
Will attain the Way,
But even if you abandon all for the ancient path of meditation,
You can never forget the meaning of sadness.
Aren't those beautiful words?
It is cooler here in the North today. A few trees are already rushing to show a hint of fall colour. There is a different feel and scent to the air.
That is why Dogen Zenji's words appeal today, as he recognizes that we all carry a little existential packet of sadness, even in our happiest of times, even if we think we have found The Way.
Today I will use my sadness as a reminder to treasure what is. A little shiver of sadness as a signal to appreciate summer as she begins to prepare her exit.