Saturday, March 07, 2009
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:
Another possibility, dharma heart:
No mistake
No truth
No clarity
No obscuration
Definitely
This
Appreciating
Ever-changing This
ignorant old cow
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