out of utter silence
the longing cry of the peacock
shatters all thinking
and pierces the darkness at midnight.
seemingly alone on the mountain top,
contemplating the stillness of night.
our thoughts of discrimination
about being alone
or with someone
fall away with this lonely song.
pine trees grow tall
when they are not limited by city planning,
just as our minds
can be free
when we get beyond
our ideas and thoughts.
the majesty of a peacock
with feathers unfurled
the shade of an old pine tree
on a hot july day.
these are the miracles
that are lost to our notice
only because we like thinking
more than our life.
道清, 禅师
Dochong, JDPSN
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