One Knows Not
Posted by sky | Tags: Buddhism, dualism, poem, zen
A zen poem on "One has it; the other has not."Don't be overjoyed at the right. Don't be distressed over the wrong. For the ancient Masters, things are like flowers and blossoms; Peach blossoms are red, plum blossoms are white, and roses are pink. Though I ask the spring breeze why they are so, it knows nothing.Previous Post Next Post