Once, Bonco asked Fuketsuu, “Something confuses me that I once heard you say. That is, the truth can be expressed without speaking and without silence. Can you explain that to me?” Fuketsu replied, “When I was a child in southern China, oh! How the birds sang amidst the blossoms in spring.” A Tale from China
And you’re an artist too! Yesterday, I brought out my rosewood block flute again. Of course, I don’t play perfectly, my fingers are slow, and my tongue is heavy. I flip through the notes, play one piece and then another, and then I remember the pieces I used to know by heart… I let the … Read more
Oh, Infinite! There is an old bond between you and me; a tight bond forged by poets. Namdev (1270 – 1350) Poetry is undoubtedly one of the witnesses of the human spirit and life. Every valuable poem opens up a landscape through which we encounter the elements of life’s reality. We strive to experience them … Read more
