Wednesday, January 27, 2010

golden wind

a cold wind scatters the autumn leaves. is this right, or is it wrong? there are scriptures which aren't written on paper, and upon the pages no characters exist. these blank scriptures illuminate the darkness; the mountain is none other than the mountain, the river is none other than the river. red appears—only red, white appears—only white. each thing is clear just as it is. October, 1974

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