The sound of the stream – Buddha’s long broad tongue,

The form of the mountains – his pure body.

Ten thousand verses through the night,

In the morning, how will I explain them to others?

— by Su Shi

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XXVI . JAKUSHITSU

Wind through the warp

of the waterfall, talking.

Moon above the hill across the harbor,

climbing and gleaming.

 

When I am dead and my bones lie

mindlessly in the dirt,

they will be

as transparent as ever.

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Dogen's commentary on Su Shi's poem