Sure! Of course! And it can be haven as the material dimensions of a small blue planet start to squeeze us.
Herewith, courtesy and credit to Katagiri-Roshi: From Returning to Silence - Zen Practice in Daily Life.
Gassho, Sensei.
Ritual is constantly painting a portrait of our life, setting in motion the interactive commuminon between us and the universe. Without ritual we cannot do anyting. The poem “To Paint the Portrait of the Bird” by Jacques Prevert, is a good example of the interacting communion of appeal and response that is rutual or the essential nature of repentence:
First paint a cage
with an open door.
Then paint something pretty
something simple
something beautiful
something useful
for the bird.
Then place the canvas against a tree
in a garden
in a wood
or in a forest.
Hide behind the tree
without speaking
without moving…
Sometimes the bird comes quickly
but he may take long years
before deciding.
Don’t get discouraged.
Wait.
Wait years if necessary.
How fast or how slowly the bird comes
has nothing to do with the success
of the picture.
When the bird comes
if he comes
observe the most profound silence
till the bird enters the cage
and when he has entered
gently close the door with a brush.
Then
erase all the bars one by one
taking care not to touch any of the bird’s feathers.
Then paint the portrait of the tree
choosing the most beautiful of its branches
for the bird.
Paint also the green foliage and the wind’s freshness
the dust of the sun
and the noise of the creatures in the grass in the summer hear.
And then wait for the bird to decide to sing.
If the bird doesn’t sing
it’s a bad sign,
a sign that the painting is bad.
But if he sings it’s a good sign,
a sign that you can sign.
So, then, so very gently, you pull out
one of the bird’s feathers
and you write your name in a corner of the picture.
The cage, in the first line, means our whole body - the six senses, six sense organs, six sense objects and the five skandhas. This is what the whole world consists of; this is our cage. Everyone has an individual cage. We are nothing but the cage. The poet says, “first paint a cage with an open door.” “Open door” means we should accept the vastness of exisence. Usually we don’t open the door. We make the cage and then shut ourselves off. But is we do this, how can we attract the bird? “Bird” means the Truth, the same and one ground. How can we attract the truth if we close the door? So the poet tells us to paint a cage with the door open…
the poet says, “Sometimes the bird comes quickly,” but strictly speaking, the bird is always there. The bird is there, but because we don’t always experience enlightenment through zazen we say “somettimes” it comes. However, Buddha’s compassion is open to everyone; there is always a bird whether we realize it or not.