The world of dew
Is a world of dew, and yet
I believe in God thinking that my life is preordained and yet a Buddhist priest can make me believe that there is more to life in three stanzas. And yet…
There is so many things happening around me that is out of focus and yet I soldier on. I for one is not a brave soul but I hear the sorrows that affect me on the inside of the edge.
Listening and observing, one is move to action.
By being silent, this gives me no right to complain, therefore, I use my voice to fight words with words and give clarity to an issue.
Out of passion, compassion is born.
When I think of passion, the Passion of Jesus comes to mind. When I hear the word compassion, the teaching of Dalai Lama comes to play.
Japanese haiku written by Kobayashi Issa (1763-1828) and translated by Donald Keene.