Bill, Reminds me of when I was living in San Francisco and spending a lot of time in Golden Gate park I used to write Buddhist maxims and haiku on eucalyptus leaves and leave them around the park for people to find.....
Edgar On Jul 21, 2013, at 11:49 AM, Bill! wrote: > I clean my teeth in water drawn from a cold well; > And while I brush my clothes, I purify my mind; > Then, slowly turning pages in the Tree-Leaf Book, > I recite, along the path to the eastern shelter. > ...The world has forgotten the true fountain of this teaching > And people enslave themselves to miracles and fables. > Under the given words I want the essential meaning, > I look for the simplest way to sow and reap my nature. > Here in the quiet of the priest's temple courtyard, > Mosses add their climbing colour to the thick bamboo; > And now comes the sun, out of mist and fog, > And pines that seem to be new-bathed; > And everything is gone from me, speech goes, and reading, > Leaving the single unison. > > Art by Zhao Wuchao (1944 ~) > > ...Bill! > >
