- Ryōkan
Who says my poems are poems? My poems are not poems. When you know that my poems are not poems, Then we can speak of poetry.
Zazen.
I’ve been searching for a new meditation cushion. Of course, in the midst of my search, I’d stumble upon this beautiful poem. And thus, Carl Jung smiles.
A single meditation cushion, and one is completely protected
Earth may crumble, heaven collapse–but here one is at peace.
—Xinggang,
in Daughers of Emptiness:
Poems of Chinese Buddhist Nuns.
(via Buddha at the Apocaplypse: Awakening from a Culture of Destruction by Kurt Spellmeyer)
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