Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Arriving at Seattle

So many sentient beings ...

Taking applications for bodhisattvas ...

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  1. Kevin CheungNovember 12, 2008 at 6:52 AM

    A silver bird
    flies over the autumn lake.
    When it has passed,
    the lake's surface does not try
    to hold on to the image of the bird.
    ----
    Poem by Vietnamese Zen Master Huong Hai (Ocean of Fragrance)

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