NothinG

Harvest moon—
true North Country weather—
nothing to view

—Basho

It snowed over night. In the morning, I drove to nowhere particular, following a car that had not been cleaned. Snow fell in clouds like sugar crystals. This was my day of doing nothing. Still I could not not delight in vision.

8 of Wands. All in the air. All possibilities of equal possibility. A field of potential.

The World. Everything at once is nothing, too.

From The World, it’s one more step to become The Fool. To start again at beginner’s mind.

Everyone says Let go! when what they really mean is change.

Matsuo Basho’s haiku from Narrow Road to the Interior (translated by Sam Hamill)