Snow Rider in Manhattan
Ven. Samu Sunim, Feb 2014
Snow is a wonderful gift from empty sky.
When fluffy flakes flit through the air,
Trees put on white blossoms,
Snow drifts carve out shifting dunes.
Like a dream, the world is transformed into an unearthly wonderland!
Snowbound, everything stands still, stranded and muffled.
All of a sudden people go on retreat doing nothing.
It’s all innocent and spontaneous.
In a moment spanning infinity,
Perfect delusion blends with perfect enlightenment.
The empty world is an open meditation hall.
Old Man Winter makes sure
The meditation hall is free from greed and hatred.
When Gautama saw the morning star
Truth and Enlightenment imploded in the icy sky.
Yeh, Bungga Bungga, Nirvana is Samsara again;
Keep shoveling snow for pedestrians.
In distraction, I see a glove stuck in the wirefence
of Second Avenue subway construction, waiting for its owner.