May 15 2009

thoughts

    Thoughts When all thoughts Are exhausted I slip into the woods And gather A pile of shepherd’s purse. Like the little stream Making its way Through the mossy crevices I, too, quietly Turn clear and transparent. Zen Master Ryokan     Continue reading

Mar 20 2009

Oblivion

  幽鳥語如篁 A bird in a secluded grove sings like a flute. 柳搖金線長 Willows sway gracefully with their golden threads. 雲歸山谷静 The mountain valley grows the quieter as the clouds return. 風送杏花香 A breeze brings along the fragrance of the apricot flowers. 永日蕭然坐 For a whole day I have sat here encompassed by peace, 澄心萬虞忘 Till my mind is cleansed in [...]