Keizan Jokin

This field I’ve plowed and sown
has been bought and sold
but it’s always new:
look at the young sprouts.

I wander into the Buddha Hall
tiller and hoe in hand.

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  1. Oliver Avatar

    I usually don’t care much for poems, but this is a nice one in more than one regard.
    Especially the last verse linking the mundane to Zen seems quite striking to me.

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    1. shundo Avatar

      Thanks! I am not the biggest poetry fan myself, but I know people like them, so I got into the Sunday poem habit

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