Fly, watching a rice cooker

In the mailbox this morning…

“While the novelist is banging on his typewriter, the poet is watching a fly in the window pane.” – Billy Collins. Billy Collins was born today in 1941.

There’s a deep and sweet inner peace that comes with living simply and feeling satisfied with what one already has or can create. I'm not romanticizing poverty, but I am in a romance with the pot of rice I'll make for dinner... – Holly Wren Spaulding

Too lazy to be ambitious,

I let the world take care of itself.

Ten days worth of rice in my bag;

a bundle of twigs by the fireplace.

Why chatter about delusion and enlightenment?

Listening to the night rain on my roof,

I sit comfortably, with both legs stretched out.

—Ryokan