6 November 2014

Above the treeline
waves break into open sky
cumulostratus.

De longs siècles
le soleil repose sa tête
rien est caché.

After long eons
the sun rests her weary gaze
nothing is hidden.

Dogen: What is practice?
Tenzo: One, two, three, four, five.
Dogen (scratching his head): What is practice?
Tenzo: Everywhere, nothing is hidden.
— Tenzokyokun (‘Instructions for the Zen Cook’)

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