“dharma gates are endless i vow to open them”
hakuin’s song of zazen
sometimes/
breaking/the sorrow of the world/
rushes/
breaking/the sorrow of the world/
rushes/
its wild flood waters/
the breadth of human hearts/
the length of time/
its refuse minutia/
gathering the greyed rushing waters/
its beauty/
the fractured ice gate/
of our heart/