Saturday, October 26

Humans are indeed frightful beings.
A single moon
Bright and clear
In an unclouded sky:
Yet still we stumble
In the world's darkness
Have a good look
stop the breath,
peel off the skin,
and everybody ends up looking the same.
No matter how long you live,
the result is not altered.
Who will not end up as a skeleton?
Cast off the notion that "I exist."
Entrust yourself to the windblown clouds,
and do not wish to live forever.
 - Ikkyu
Wild Ways: Zen Poems of Ikkyu
translated by John Stevens

  • ". . . as I have said often enough, I write for myself in multiplicate,
    a not unfamiliar phenomenon on the horizon of shimmering deserts."
    - Vladimir Nabokov