Some buddhist poems..

 

as a flower blown out by the wind
goes to rest and cannot be defined
so the wise man freed from individuality
goes to rest and cannot be defined.
gone beyond all images-
gone beyond the power of words

from the sutta nipata

high rises the eastern peak
soaring up to the blue sky
among the rocks- an empty hollow,
secret, still, mysterious!
uncarved and unhewn,
screened by nature with a roof of clouds
time and seasons,what things are you,
bringing to my life ceaseless change?
I will lodge forever in this hollow
where springs and autumns unheeded pass.

tao-yun , 400c.e

 

all the sins committed
in the three worlds
will fade and disappear
together with myself

ikkyu-zen master

death is not just ice becoming water
it's water returning to water

gensha replying to seppo

 

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