Tuesday, December 17, 2013

koku

Wonderful space
Neither inside nor outside,
When you're not there
Then the ten thousand things move forward
And an edgeless iris opens
And turns a simple plum blossom
Opening the open
This
The body of a bell tinkling in the wind
Dindin dindin dindin
The ancient poem of Nyojo
Expresses it so well
Nothing that is not it
And nothing to make, neither words nor forms
The vast space is both matter and seal
Presence undone of itself
Our real body open like a mouth
Hanging in space

1 Comments:

Blogger Myozan Kodo said...

The poem ringing true. Appearing before us like a wonderful vision. Thank you.

12:34 PM  

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