Cockroach crawls
across
meditation
wall
Its mind
smooth and cool
as the wall,
wandering
through my meditation
so ordinarily
doesn’t offend or repulse me
that
the dharma
hungry cockroach
is thus come
and empty
A configuration of lines that appear meaningless and absurd unless one somehow ascend in order to discern their mysterious design; only then can these roads transport. Each is an enigma, and often the inspiration for fantastic explanations. No one can really say who made these lines nor why so much time was invested in their construction, nor why they acquire meaning only when glimpsed from the level of the clouds. Thus is poetry.
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