Dharma talk by Fukutoku Ann Morishita on Sunday, April 24, 2022.
The dense web of myriad forms is so precipitous;
Passing through beyond location blocks the eyes.
Sweeping out his garden – who has the strength?
A boat crosses a rustic ford, wet with autumn’s aquamarine,
Sailing into the reed flowers shining on the snow, bright.
With a bolt of silk, an old fisherman takes it to market;
Floating in the wind, a single leaf travels on the waves.