As I sit here at my little desk typing these thoughts a nice breeze blows in my window. It is 70 degrees outside. One day last week it was 5 degrees with wind chills below zero. It is so warm today I can't even wear one of my new Christmas sweaters! I know, however, this day is a fluke and soon winter will reappear with a vengeance.
Part of today I have been sitting in my chair and reading my new Jack Kerouac book about the life of Buddha. I am still in the introduction written by Robert Thurman. Here is something I read this afternoon that really struck a deep chord within me.
Death comes from birth,
birth comes from deeds,
deeds come from attachment,
attachment comes from desire,
desire comes from perception,
perception comes from sensation,
sensation comes from the six sense organs,
the six sense organs come from individuality,
individuality comes from consciousness.
My question is this, "From where does consciousness originate"? Is my consciousness the same as my essence? Is the essence of who I am a product of a thought that God had at a particular moment in the eternal Now?
I have never intentionally written a Haiku but here's a first attempt. I don't know if there are additional "rules" other than the Haiku being a three line poem with five syllables in the first line, seven in the second line and five more in the third line. This is perhaps a weak attempt but I will keep practicing.
I chase a Zen dream,
Mystical seeker I am,
It is a new day.
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