SONG OF TEN THOUSAND EMPTINESSES (EXCERPT)
Coming south, heading north,
The Tripitaka says emptiness is form,
The Prajna texts say form is emptiness.
Heading west in the morning,
heading east in the evening,
lives passing as that of a honeybee.
Gathering hundreds of flowers,
a transformation into honey,
in the end, finding our efforts in vain.
Deep in the night, nearing twelve,
hearing the sounds of the drum.
Waking up, unaware,
to the bells sounding at dawn.
Start off anew─carefully consider and see,
all is part of a grandeur** dream.