Often trees are conductors of the absolute, the sidereal cuss
eternity. the blow escapes the rehab and into the fire as known
but
lost coupons short of your toaster of existence. the mind needs consciousness,
consciousness does not need mind. Bon Voyage.. when the body revolts within itself, and parts battle
parts,
it's the last revolution, the last pogo, follow the few that
have wisdom, don't let it deceive with knowledge, the brass ring of annihilation, you'll be recognized by a chip, and maybe it will be all that's left..

Wednesday, May 14, 2014

Dogen Zenji (1200-1253)

To what shall        I liken the world?        Moonlight, reflected        In dewdrops.        Shaken from a crane's bill.
                     -    Dogen, 1200 - 1253
                         The Zen Poetry of Dogen
                         Translated by Steven Heine
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