Meditations on, The Way.

dricestudio (45)in #poetry • 5 years ago

Mind, mind, mind: above the Path.
Here on my mountain, gray hair down, I cherish bamboo sprouts, brush carefully by pine twigs.
Burning incense, I open a book: mist over flagstones.
Rolling the blind, I contemplate: Moon in the pond.
Of my old friends how many know the Way.

     -   Zengetsu
         Zen Poems of China and Japan, p. 42

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5 years ago in #poetry by dricestudio (45)

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wakeupkitty (75) 5 years ago

You did not wrote this poem but simply took it out of a book???

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