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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