The winds have died, but flowers go on falling;
birds call, but silence penetrates each song.
The Mystery! Unknowable, unlearnable.The virtue of Kannon.
Ryokan
These incomparable words express so eloquently the mystery of inseparable emptiness and appearances. It’s also a stunning reflection on transience and the Deathless. How he holds both sets of seeming opposites, and reveals their nondual inseparability.
Poignant and profound indeed 🙂
