The monk and the moon.
The sun rises and morning comes, in spring, flowers, in summer, cicadas, in autumn, warm pue'rh in my teabowl, when winter comes, will I see the crisp, bright moon?
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Fresh from my notebook, inspired by Dōgen.
The monk and the moon.
The sun rises and morning comes, in spring, flowers, in summer, cicadas, in autumn, warm pue'rh in my teabowl, when winter comes, will I see the crisp, bright moon?
—
Fresh from my notebook, inspired by Dōgen.