Empty-handed I entered the world
Barefoot I leave it.
My coming, my going --
Two simple happenings
That got entangled.
I have always liked this death poem of Kozan Ichikyo. He died Feb 12, 1360. He was 77.
Hands palm to palm.
poem found at salon.com
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15 hours ago
Certain poems like that have this quality where it is not just reading them, but the moment just after.
ReplyDeleteI can't explain it but perhaps you recognised it too.
Yes...I agree. It is the moment just after reading it. Wonderful observation.
ReplyDeleteThanks.
No words.
ReplyDeleteSimply the truth :)
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