oaklike

as they said
in 3 out of 10 books
love everyone

dōgen was like 
in any moment, intimacy 
with all things 
some have the bent
some must work harder 
if they find the work

i want to slow
into the still
sit oaklike
in wind of hate and love
in wind indifferent too
without me
just the tree
ribs split open 
like a trunk lightning-struck
and heart collecting
the dust of those winds
to shield them at my side