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
Ryokan, poet of The Winds have Died
Ryokan, poet of The Winds have Died

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 🙂