Shundo David Haye

Zen Priest

Taiyuan Fu

Posted on June 27, 2021June 21, 2021 by shundo

In olden days when I was not yet awakened, 
The sound of a painted horn was the sound of sorrow.
Now, on my pillow there is no idle dream.
Letting go, plum blossoms blow vast and small.

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