Yama fukami.....................Rising, as the mountain Mine ni mo tani ni mo.......Peaks and valleys deepen— Koe tatete ........................The twilight sound of the cicada Kyō mo kurenu to.............Singing of a day Higurashi zo naku............Already gone by. -- Eihei Dogen (1200-1253), tr. Steven Heine Thank you Andy McLellan
Category: Zen Poems
Poem – Tozan Ryokai
A serving of snow in a silver bowl Or herons concealed in the glare of the moon: Apart, they seem similar, Together, they're different. Meaning cannot rest in words, It adapts itself to that which arises. ~ Tozan Ryokai https://www.facebook.com/english.zen.garden/photos/a.764447947257934/773877456314983/?type=3&theater
Reality is Dharma 