Whispers In The Wind Poem by Chen-ou Liu

A Haibun


budding lotus
in dappled sunlight
her laughter

We meet on a campus footpath after class. I'm eager to share today's lesson with her.

A Zen master and his disciple walk by a maple tree. The disciple notices its branches swaying gracefully in the wind, and asks, 'Master, is it the branches that are moving, or the wind? ' The master replies, 'What is moving is neither the branches nor the wind, it is your heart and mind.'

She turns toward me, her lips curved into a soft smile.

Philosopher's Walk
a squirrel in the path
looking to and fro