zenzero
Its only a Label
Coming or Going
The migrating bird
leaves no trace behind
and does not need a guide.
Impermanence
To what shall
I liken the world?
Moonlight, reflected
In dewdrops,
Shaken from a crane's bill.
In the stream
In the stream,
Rushing past
To the dusty world,
My fleeting form
Casts no reflection.
The migrating bird
leaves no trace behind
and does not need a guide.
Impermanence
To what shall
I liken the world?
Moonlight, reflected
In dewdrops,
Shaken from a crane's bill.
In the stream
In the stream,
Rushing past
To the dusty world,
My fleeting form
Casts no reflection.