Blue Mountain White Clouds Hermitage Priest
These few words are inspired by Shobogenzo Koku.
They were wriiten in an early morning train to answer one of my students poem about this chapter.
Neither inside nor outside,
When you're not there
Then the ten thousand things move forward
And an edgeless iris opens
And turns a simple plum blossom
Opening the open
The body of a bell tinkling in the wind
Dindin dindin dindin
The ancient poem of Nyojo
Expresses it so well
Nothing that is not it
And nothing to make, neither words nor forms
The vast space is both matter and seal
Presence undone of itself
Our real body open like a mouth
Hanging in space
Last edited by Taigu; 12-18-2013 at 11:43 PM.