“If a Bodhisattva retains the thought of an ego, a person, a
being, or a soul, he is no more a Bodhisattva.”
You
be Bosatsu,
I’ll
be the taxi-driver
Driving
you home.
The curious multi-stratified metamorphic rock. Blue and white,
clouds reaching out.
To survive a winter here learn to browse
and live in holes in the rocks under the snow.
Sabi: One does not
have a great deal to give. That
which one
does give has been polished and perfected into a spontaneous
emptiness; sterility made creative, it has no pretensions,
and
encompasses everything.
Zen
view, o.k.?
Cratershan 15 August 1957
Lookout’s Journal
Gary Snyder, Earth House Hold
1 comment:
one of my favorite of Gary Snyder's poem-teachings.
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