I would so hold on to this day
sunshine bright in the cool of winter.
The air alive, the green of evergreens
sparkling new as if in spring.

Did I imagine them, conjure them
out of nothing, the brilliant born moments 
walking the winding garden paths
touching the bare budded branches?

Perhaps I spoke and bequeathed stars
formed with my hands mountains and streams;
with my breath breathed air itself into being
and with my beating heart created worlds.
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Portland, Oregon - January 20, 2022

"Whatever thoughts or things we are now grasping and clinging to as ‘real’ are not supported by our practice of letting go, and yet they are our dreams and illusions, our ‘flowers in the sky." (Dogen: Shobogenzo: On the Everyday Behavior of a Buddha Doing His Practice)