Just simply alive, both of us, I and the poppy.
—Issa
This is from my Zen daily calendar, 8 July. Personally, I think the poem speaks for itself, but since I have an odd way of looking at some things I will share my interpretation. Partially, it's a realization that one is not alone. I am alive, and so is the poppy. Partially, it's the realization that nothing more than this is needed. And there's a sense that all life is equally important and valid, whether it be a poppy or a human. Since poppies only bloom for a short while before fading, it is also a reminder that life is short, temporary, and that every moment matters.
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