Thursday, September 25, 2008
Just before he vanished into nothingness,
After a long life of shouts and wonders and whispers,
the big mountain-like Nantenbo
picked up willows, bushes and women' s graceful shapes;
he held the dear memory of the pregnant moon,
the blazing sun
and evererything else
Just before he went throught the gateless gate
In dark ink,
the whole sky
and nothing
else,
and emptiness
wrote...
2 Comments:
Autumn evening -
falling on the path
these old sutras
Regards,
Harry.
great Harry!
Take are
Kuma
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