July 02nd, 2021

The third one crooked,
The second one leaning
Bamboos have grown
By the stone steps of the garden.
Every year
There are more of them
Until now they are a forest.
At the clack of a stone on bamboo,
Hsiang-yen shattered
The uncountable worlds,
But this garden
Continues in its green shade
Just as before

Muso Soseki (1275-1351)