This post was last updated on August 12th, 2020 at 01:12 pm
To the branch’s edge
and the leaf’s under surface
be most attentive
Its pervasive aroma
envelopes people far away
The realms of form and function
can’t contain it
Spring leaks profusely
through the basket
This post was last updated on August 12th, 2020 at 01:12 pm
Look at the moon before you point or speak
Illuminating the sky
an unstained round light
If your face doesn’t possess the monk’s discerning eye
You become blinded by evening rains of autumn
This post was last updated on August 12th, 2020 at 01:12 pm
Rock slab seat
legs folded
sitting alone
Not loathing noise
not savoring silence
The carefree clouds concur