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Ikkyu Peom - we have no companion
more frail and illusory
than numbers written on water,
our seeking from the buddha
felicity in the after-world.
already, over the heart
not a cloud is hanging,
and no mountain is there
for the moon to hide behind.
in our way through this world
of birth and death,
we have no companion;
lonely we die,
alone we are born.
the vast flood
rolls onward
but yield yourself,
and it floats you upon it.
who sees naught,
says naught,
hears naught,
simply surpasses
the buddha |
