Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Zen death poem

Empty-handed I entered the world
Barefoot I leave it.
My coming, my going
Two simple happenings
That got entangled

Kozan Ichi Kyo

The Zen master conveyed accumulated knowledge by composing a death poem as he was leaving....I hope I share some tea with him in one of my lifetimes.

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