What am I to do:
the desire to end suffering
is the suffering.
Life's sweet irony:
in making peace with questions
things fall into place.
with the ceiling
and the night
marking students' homework
I can't tell if the noise outside
is wind or rain
between this distance
and your indifference
is my heart
Live with what is,
rather than what I would like to be.
Do what must be done,
rather than what I would like to do.
rather than entertain fantasies.
And feel every drop of surprising life.
who commands the grass to be green?
thus does life take care of itself
without my schemes and interventions