Sunday, March 26, 2006
Robes of Stillness
To shake off the dust of human ambition
I sit on moss in Zen robes of stillness,
While through the window,
In the setting sun of late autumn,
Falling leaves whirl and drop to the stone dais.
Tesshu Tokusai (d.1366)
I sit on moss in Zen robes of stillness,
While through the window,
In the setting sun of late autumn,
Falling leaves whirl and drop to the stone dais.
Tesshu Tokusai (d.1366)