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Buddhadharma : Fall 2006
buddhadharma| 65 |fall 2006 • Ox-head’s disappeared? Horse-head’s appeared? All those founders of Buddhist sects said useless things all their lives • No greed can equal freedom from greed Apart from that the petty desires of all you ordinary folk are the truth existing between this world and the other So: cheers! • The sleeping faces under the prison cell’s 60-watt bulb were all children that had once been in my womb • Go to Somalia and look at your capitalism look at your socialism Look in the eyes of starving children • Writing What is writing, really? One time I replied writing is cursed. African pygmy children emerge from huts made of leaves without knowing a single letter. One time I replied pygmy children are cursed. Those children are cursed by their illiteracy while I am cursed by my ten thousand books. Ill-advised, those who think this world is nirvana. • Winter Journey How can you can make it through winter without knowing the fragrance of winter wind? Dreams of that fragrance are utterly unknown to frogs, and snakes underground. Utterly unknown, and that’s the place you’ll reach in the end. Utterly, completely unknown! • Insect Buzz Late autumn leaves all fallen. Branches stretching bare. In such a season might a dark stream be flowing underground? My dreams are broken by the sound of water as if a subterranean stream were surging upward. As I listen, it fades away. But in blue night as I try to get back to sleep, I hear it again. Not with my ears but with my eyes. The depth of my eyes, one insect buzz! No ears. No sound. Dawn, awakening by the darkness in my eyes. Poems translated by brother anthony of taizé, young-moo Kim, and gary gach. drawings and brief Poems by Ko un from flowers of a moment. coPyright © 2006 by boa editions, ltd. rePrinted by Permission of the translators. “Passage of time,” “since antiquity,” “writing,” “winter Journey,” and “insect buzz” from songs for tomorrow: a collection of Poems, 1961–2002. coPyright © 2006 by green integer. rePrinted by Permission of the translators.