Turning sand into glass

Thursday, February 23, 2012


Void is Form
When, just as they are,
White dewdrops gather
On scarlet maple leaves,
Regard the scarlet beads!

Form is Void
The tree is stripped,
All color, fragrance gone,
Yet already on the bough,
Uncaring spring!

-- Ikkyu (1394-1481)

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