Two Chinese poems from Dōgen
What joy to live in the mountains, alone and still, revolving the Lotus Sutra over and over again.
Just to be beneath this tree there is neither love nor hate. Oh! to see autumn’s depth to hear the rain in the night.
What joy to live in the mountains, alone and still, revolving the Lotus Sutra over and over again.
Just to be beneath this tree there is neither love nor hate. Oh! to see autumn’s depth to hear the rain in the night.