zen window

To shake off the dust of human ambition
I sit on moss in Zen robes of stillness,
While through the window,
In the setting sun of late autumn,
Falling leaves whirl and drop to the stone dais.

Tesshu Tokusai

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through the window of my hut

Through the window of my hut:
The sound of a koto
Searching for the right melody
Mingling with the sound
Of the wind blowing in the pines.
 

Otagaki Rengetsu



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