She is like white clouds rising from the mountains,
No-mind from the start.
She is like the roosting bird who feels no longing
For the woods of home.
Because this person of the Way happens to enjoy
The mountains and streams,
She wanders among them unconcerned about how deep
Into the lakeside mountain peaks she goes.
She has gone to the empty cliffs to pay respect to
The hundred thousand forms of the Buddha.
- Su Dongpo (1037–1101)
http://www.dailyzen.com/
So far away in time, and yet so close ...
awaiting the next
gush of wind
to set her free
She is like the silence of the night
quieting my emotions
making my soul
feel light
Thank you dearest Susy for the Mucho-fino Zen poemo.
One day i will move into the haiku mountains
and disappear within a falling drop of sweat
