Menzan

Throughout his life the practice of meditation has been the realm of cosmic play
Now that the end has come, why should he be any different from usual?
The blades of grass draw in the night air, turning it gradually to dew
The rocks reflect the light of the rising sun, speeding the departing frost
Like the tortoise dragging its tail to erase its tracks, the clouds drift past, quiet and solitary
The stream with its burbling waters hurries along
After entering nirvana the Master reveals the excellent physical signs of a buddha
Never has he bother trying to leave his mark upon the empty sky.

(Tosui osho densan)

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