Two monks pick up a flower and offer it to Buddha.
The first one says: – It’s beautiful.
The second one says: – It’s dying.
Poem
Without looking at the two monks’ faces
tell me now if they are smiling or not.
In front of the splendour, face to face with death
how do you stay disarmed?
Originally posted in Italian on January 27, 2008 at 4:27
1 comment:
Please listen to the music of Steel flower, which was written for this koan by Giuseppe Rizzo (it is currently the second track of the player on his homepage).
(Originally commented in Italian on February 4, 2008 at 17.56)
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