Petri Kajander

Keith

 Detachment. The views so vivid and exciting. Full of life, happiness and joy. Sometimes

 sorrow, often pain. From limited knowledge and ignorance, glances still. Stepping back,

 enlarging the scope. Gaining new foothold. Spectating from a distance, different angle.

 Firmly pacing knowing, from here I must walk. These curtains must fall. Something must go.

 Giving away the known, to make space for the unknown. Letting go, to fall, the facade.

 So the earn attached, which does not hold. 

 It must go. The one behind, was an angle of

 Nothing really at all. But it was all I knew.

 Without hesitation. Just be. But realize to be. Truly, simply. Because to be.

 Why are we sad? Because we are not happy. 

 Why are we excited? Because we are not bored.

 Why are we upset? Because we are not content.

 Perceives no difference. Lays no judgment. Still keeps you company.

 Gives you strength. Supports you while you're down.

 You're always welcome. Never excluded. No matter what happens or what you do.

 Something is here to stay. And that's for you. Unconditional love.

 Allow me, Petri, to share a very beautiful poem here by Otagaki Rengetsu.

 She was a Buddhist nun living in the 17th century in Japan, basically in Kyoto.

 And she wrote these passages. I will cite them here.

 Honest, simple words and an honest, simple heart are 

 sign of one who is set upon the path to ancient virtue.

 Basically this poem is translated from Japanese to English and her story it's very cruel actually

 but she found her her peace in becoming a nun. 

 She got married two times and both her husbands

 and five children died so she devoted her life to 

 Buddha afterwards. She was a daughter of a samurai

 and a geisha but it has never been confirmed so far and 

 I really love her story so I thought it's worth sharing.

 And lastly she said, poetry is a path to making 

 one's heart honest. So I will close it with this.

 The Father, the Son, and Holy Ghost, the Myrtle Mary, Virgin Chaste, of Angelus

 all the Odorous Nine, and all the Heavenly Cult Divine. Son, bring yow fra the

 pining woe, of strivling every court man is foe. Again to Edinburgh's joy and

 bliss, queer worship, wealth, and welfare ease. Play pleasance and eke honesty, say

 ye amen for charity. William Dunbar, the Dredgee of Dunbar.