Sometimes I will respond to people with a poem. Here is an exchange I had with a friend.
Monica:
Today still winter
tomorrow spring will come
winter or spring just in my mind
the sun shines everywhere
even if I am blind
Jason:
Today winter ran away
Tomorrow and spring will never come
Winter, spring, and your mind
Where do they come from?
If you attain this, your true self will shine everywhere
You must become blind
Then everything will become clear
Outside the sun is shining
The trees sway back and forth
