I take Buster out for his walk, above us, wild geese fly south, honking, going nowhere, geese without edges, no longer geese. Where did they go? asked Baso. “Away,” Hyakujo … Continue reading
Basho, what is the world if it is not this uneasy faith
puddling and drying as we thrust ourselves toward the sky?
. Just as a blind man might find a jewel amongst heaps of rubbish, so this Mind of Awakening has somehow arisen in me. It is the elixir of life produced … Continue reading