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

Featured Poem

V . BODHIDHARMA

I cut off my eyelids,

he cut off his arm.

He could not hold the cleaver

to cut off the other.

 

He could have kept both

had he noticed this sooner.

The scars of our errors

are taken for signs.

 

There is no other side

to this wall, though the road

is so wide it leads through.

It leads through. That is all.

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Dogen's commentary on Su Shi's poem