I’ve found unexpected fresh space
for every possibility:
renunciation.
Originally posted in Italian on December 7, 2008 at 13:38
Mu
Two messy eyebrows
one little childhood scar.
The skyline on the sand
and four drops of green tea.
So one writes blank.
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Showing posts with label more zen poetry. Show all posts
Sunday, December 7, 2008
An apocryphal gatha
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Friday, May 2, 2008
On the other side of the bridge
On the other side of the bridge
the leaves slided down
– dry on the water –
have reappeared without
any other wood sound.
Originally posted in Italian on March 30, 2008 at 21:23
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apocryphal zen,
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Friday, April 11, 2008
The paper door
The paper door
you let flow on your thumb
doesn't shelter from the wind
it encloses its breath.
Originally posted in Italian on February 3, 2008 at 20:12
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apocryphal zen,
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