October 12, 2005
daily zen 2005-10-12
Deep green needles glow against a cobalt sky;
They radiate something that only few can sense.
Snow white peaks, tops shrouded in the clouds,
Shine and echo, shine and echo
Through both sides of the skin line.
Oh, in all of this does lie some deep implication,
Yet when I try to say more, I become silent, mute.
- Ji Aoi Isshi
Courtesy of dailyzen.com
tags: meditation, poetry, zen
posted: 7:35 am
