This poem is following : What Makes me Feel like Crying (1/2) This is the point where wordsCollapse into linesAnd lines fade out in dots,Where
Étiquette : emptiness
Headlamp Adventure
We move through life the way we advance in a cave, with a headlamp beaming forward. As we enter the room of our thirties, we
This is Real, This is Unreal
Our soul, angels, hungry ghosts, parallel worldsThey are all real. They’re all illusory. Paradise, hell, pure earths, …Everything is true. Until the ultimate truth unveils
Hishiryo
Do not hear the words of othersUnless you’ve taught yourself perfect silence. Do not grasp and consider any conceptUnless you’ve entered non-thinking. When you have
A Flow of Light
The seamless move from materiality to ethereality, phenomena to vacuity ku to shiki, shiki to ku Non-doing enters emptiness, embraces a thousand forms, and comes
Notes & Silence 