Wednesday, October 16, 2013

The dance


Like a silver bowl filled with snow, like a heron hidden in the moonlight
(From Hokyo zanmai)


the hidden is truly seen,

the seen always hidden,


everything is in plain view

playfully

the original face jumping at ours

hidden yet obvious

white on white.

Snow.

form and essence

feathers and emptiness

one, hidden and yet

so close.

Delusion is the grass field

yet, in here,

it is gulped by it all.

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Blogger Myozan Kodo said...

Gassho

8:08 AM  

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