Tuesday, 11 October 2011

THE GATE-LESS GATE


Knock twice, at the gateless gate


Just eat now, and wash your plate


Chop wood now, and chop wood after


A man who knows this, is his own master


The musical clap, of the single hand


The still flowing water, in a thoughtless land


The formless Face, before its very formation


The empty pot before, the final transformation


Dried up dung, and a searching soul


Three pounds of flax, and a begging bowl


 Fleeting clouds, and mental states


Silence is yonder, the gateless gate


So eat now, and wash your plate


And step beyond the gateless gate


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