Where is tomorrow now?
"Tomorrow's flowers are very weak today", says the rain

We do one little thing for tomorrow,
without remembering our ancestors
who stole from us the joy of washing clothes by hand.

think this a small matter?

Some people work all day at a conveyor belt making small motions with their hands.
These people are very useful, and when they are done, they have an energy called merit.
They have blissful sleep, and blissful waking.

No matter how small her movement on the conveyor belt,

how little left, this laundry
Is my laundry, Get out of my way and let me do it,

The proud poet, looking down on this small act of laundry,
Has an air of "knowing what it means."

Both towers of intellect will fall because we need laundry.

People will not find ease easy,
There is no "how" for ease.

Only a refrain
A mantra that yields merit

A refrain for truth
A refrain for harmlessness
A refrain for great sex
A refrain for

Where is tomorrow now?
"Tomorrow's water is very weak today", says the rain

Tomorrow is a space we open today:
A space we can close,

This tired subject cannot Will itself into perfect vacuousness:
when space is positively empty.

Oh spacious, generous mind: Refrain, only
only a refrain

A refrain for truth
A refrain for harmlessness
A refrain for great sex
A refrain for

Oh spacious, generous mind, where is tomorrow now?
"Tomorrow is very weak today"