There’s nothing to add to this Jisei (death poem). So profound.

Empty-handed I entered the world

Barefoot I leave it.

My coming, my going —

Two simple happenings

That got entangled.

Kozan Ichikyo
from Japanese Death Poems Written by Zen Monks and Haiku Poets on the Verge of Death, by Yoel Hoffman
Dandelion seeds blowing in the wind - reflections on Empty-Handed I Entered The World by Kozan Ichikyo
Dandelion seeds blowing in the wind
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