Saturday, March 07, 2009

a very pompous and clumsy poem for Maezumi roshi



Sun-faced Buddha
Moon-faced Buddha
Obscured-yet-clear
The empty cloud
drifts
From a sake cup
to a woman's lips
From kids arms and giggles
to the silent fruit of sitting
Clear-yet-obscured
Mistaken and true
the cloud
in Him-you-me
The cloud
roams
the invisible old path
treeless, roadless,
the way of nobody
going nowhere
this
ever
changing
This

1 Comments:

Blogger W. A. said...

Another possibility, dharma heart:

No mistake
No truth
No clarity
No obscuration

Definitely
This

Appreciating
Ever-changing This


ignorant old cow

10:30 AM  

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