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| Travelers Caught by a Sudden Breeze |
By a sudden breeze
That enrings me like a small bell,
I am called
To receive a private, informal audience with the Moon
This night.
As my preceptor, she gazes at me
As I gaze at her,
Neither of us speaking-
Just a long hush between us.
We sit loosely cross-legged,
Experiencing completeness.
No thoughts come to either me or her
In the afternoon we share.
I have no questions.
She has no answers.
Notes: Shoken: a private audience with a Zen abbot or preceptor.
Agura: sitting in loose, cross-legged meditation.
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