One
and the same breeze passes No
thinking, no reflecting, The
eye sees it, Victory
is for the one,
New
Realm Media Production
Dedicated to Diamondvale
© Alessandro
Sorbello
2001
From thoughts and emotion,
Even the tiger finds no room
To insert its fierce claws.
Over the pines on the mountain
And the oak trees in the valley;
And why do they give different
notes?
Perfect emptiness;
Yet therein something moves,
Following its own course.
But no hands can take hold of it-
The moon in the stream.
Clouds and mists,
They are midair transformations;
Above them eternally shine the sun and
the moon.
Even before the combat,
Who has no thought of himself,
Abiding in the no-mind-ness of Great
Origin.
