Born into this world
I leave now for death.
I walked a thousand towns
Visited countless homes --
What does it mean now?
The moon, reflected in the water
A flower floats in the sky
Fleeting, enlightenment passes in a moment.
- Gizan Zenrai, Zen monk, wrote this poem just before he died in 1878. Heron Dance translation.
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