Sunday, November 21, 2010

joyful mind and big mind and kind mind

As the rays of the sun struck the bamboo on the hill, the air heated quickly and the stalks expanded, emitting sharp, pinging noises of different pitches, a strange little song of farewell in the still morning.

We get no letters from the world of emptiness, but when you see the plant flower, when you hear the sound of bamboo hit by the small stone, that is a letter from the world of emptiness.