Tuesday, August 14, 2007

I read one of  most of beautiful poem in this morning. All day long I have been chewing these beautiful words… I would like to share with you. Great Seon Masters -Kusan Suryeon "As the leaves of fall burn more crimson than the flowers of spring All of creation is completely laid bare As living is empty, and dying too, is also empty I go forth smiling, within the ocean-like absorption of the Buddha 5:18pm, 14/08/2007 5:25:27 PM    comment []

My rambling morning is in  my coffee mug. Full of glee flee  Lift my dawn and kick the dewfall silence   and been thinking. Our mind is not belong to knowing or not knowing. Then what is knowing and what is not knowing?  why then we are bugging for the knowing not the not knowing. So we don’t know what is  knowing or no knowing.  Knowing is ululation; not knowing is  blankness.  Catching   the void is an id of our mine catalog making. Like an immense void. Vast and boundless.  Can be in your hand, have a look! Well then how can we know what is wrong and what is right then; well then I have been thinking; you are right and I am wrong.  And I am right you are wrong 4;15am 14/07   5:50:56 AM    comment []

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