Saturday, December 13, 2008

Poem for old sitters

An old man used to live on the mountain-top
with a few clouds as companions.
Last night, rain and wind blew them away
In the end, how can clouds be mistaken for him?
Poem and calligraphy from Eihei Goyu, Eiheiji abbot of Meiji era


Blogger Dirk said...

Thank you for sharing!

Gassho, from a new sitter

1:37 PM  
Blogger Pierre Turlur said...


In fact, as you know very well, there is no old sitter as opposed to new sitter. Old is a friendly adjective, I should have written: good old sitter.

Thanks for reading this blog


12:02 AM  

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